i rotate my parasocial hate shrine with a new target every now and then, so if you're wondering where all that hair on your brush went, or who was dragging a knife across your car last night
No, but someone hated me. A guy many years after high school was planning a small shooting and he listed people that had wronged them. I later found out I was on that list. I had no idea who the fuck he was and even after being told I still don't know. I apparently had Algebra with him at least