ik I should hate him n I do, in so many ways. n yet, there’s a part of me that still aches with pity for him. maybe it’s because he’s a living reminder of how far someone can fall, a stark illustration of the depths we can reach. or maybe it’s because his presence feels like a grim reflection, a warning of the hatred lurking within all of us. I can’t decide whether that realization is more tragic or terrifying.