Oh no. This is a really good comic but I'm going to turn it into such an abomination of a shitpost. If the artist sees this im sorry. Hopefully you understand this is just what happens on the internet.
I came to learn one of my biggest highschool bullies (was known as one to several people) killed himself around a decade ago. By this point, that part of my life was the distant past. I didn't feel good, nor did I feel bad. I just kind of shrugged.
A few years after I finished college one of the dudes who made my life hell all through school started some shit and got himself stabbed to death. I'd be lying if I said I don't get a little burst of happiness every time I remember that motherfucker isn't part of this world anymore.
Wow that really stings because it's true. I don't think I forgive people, but I do scan the obits to see if they're dead yet. Then I yell, "Look who's still standing, bitch!" And then I feel good because I'm a selfish prick anyway - and I'm all about forgiving myself for that.
