Explanation: in a playground-like area on my school’s great America trip, I found a basketball and started using it. A bunch of people took it while I was using it. They started a game. I tried to take the ball when I could. When I finally did, they beat me up and took the ball back. The worst part is that chaperones witnessed the whole thing but didn’t even bat an eye. The only reason I didn’t leave that place in an ambulance is because my dad was a chaperone and saw it happen. Every night I think about what happened and wish a death in the 9th f**king circle of hell for all of them. In fact, I chose Flowey as my character because of pent up anger and murderous urges I have now.