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I am beyond upset. What gives someone the right to arrange a fight? To promote physical violence. To stand there and say, "let them fight!"? To grab someone that is trying to keep the so mother fucking hard peace? To be coward enough to pounce on someone when they fell and are already on the ground, not able to properly defend themselves? What kind of fucking person does this? Last night I showed major restraint. I'm an adult. I work through my emotions and I understand consequences. I understand that there may be conflicts on my life but never anything which would lead me straight to physical violence unless It was protecting myself or someone I love. Last night I saw the side of a person that I never thought I would ever see. I feel dumbfounded. Helpless. Sickened. This raw fucking RAGE. YET I LET THAT BITCH GO! I could have looked her in the eyes and said here's that motherfucking fight you wanted and bashed her face in- but I didn't. I fucking didn't. JB needed stitches. It's 2 days away from his birthday. Vanity aside I am happy that he is still here. I am happy that the phone call from Liann didn't say that my little brother was dead. I am praying that this won't make him throw away the strong and thoughtful man that he is. Injustice is our kryptonite. But we are strong enough to overcome. We always have.