The high school boy who used to be my dear friend, and inadvertently turned into my first crush, read the letter where I confessed said crush in front of his bro roommates, while we were all living in shared student accommodation. Not only did he do it for the kiis, in retrospect, he basically endangered me physically? Any one of them could've beaten me up if they wanted to.
So anyway, he got in a horrible car accident. He's fine now, living a very basic mid straightie life with a miserable salary. Still a homophobic ass too! Yeah, can't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude.