I hope what he did to me in eighth grade haunts him for the rest of his pathetic life. We were only 14 and now I can't help but be haunted by the memories of what he did to me when I agreed to skip practice to hang out with him. I said I just wanted to hang out, and he decided that meant he could pressure me into letting him do it. He wasn't just being a dumb young guy, no. He knew what he was doing. He knew that I couldn't make my own decisions, that I had no backbone, and that I couldn't say no. Now I don't wish a bad life upon him. I want him to get better in life and realize what an awful person he was. I want him to realize what he did and forever be haunted by it and have to live with it. Because having to carry the weight of that realization of what you did was an awful thing is a much worse punishment than just living an awful life.