when I was in 5th grade, my cousin
was a cheerleader. she went over basic
moves with my sister and I, just for fun.
I would go to school and show friends
at recess. one time, doing that turned 
into kicking this one kid in the face, hard.
accidentally of course. at the beginning of
this year, that kid was my boyfriend. he
was a nasty boyfriend at that. he'd s.hit
talk me over everything, and would rub
being r.aped in my face, because he was
friends with that guy who did it. obviously
it wasn't revenge or nothing because I do
not think he remembers me kicking him 
in the face. but when we broke up, on top
of trash talking me, he also told everyone
I was a "dead lay" when we didn't even
sleep together. so, idk, I'm just saying 
that remembering his crying face and
bloody nose is so much more enjoyable
than when it happened.