What's the meanest thing you've done?

ルムメトは本当に最悪。ゆるしてくれないのほうは“ない”って言うしました。So do I start not treating this like the journal I had once intended? One can argue that a journal is private, and is only shared with another when they are given explicit permission. Is it different since it is on the internet? Probably. There isn't a privacy feature installed here. I wonder how many others of my friends have stopped talking to me because I said something about them. I haven't heard from Diana in ages.. wonder if I pissed her off.. do I take out all references to anyone I know? Just because they might someday read it and get mad? Hah, if anyone, my sister would be the most pissed. That girl knows how to hold the biggest grudge imaginable, and how to make your time with her a living hell. You haven't met anyone mean until you've been on my sister's bad side. I say mean things about her all the time, yet she is still my sister and I wouldn't have it any other way. I am not very good about writing happy things in any of my journals/diaries. I tend to write the most when I am irritated with someone or something, and that is when the worst of me comes out. Sometimes when I am depressed also. I never intended to hurt anyone with the things I say. Someone did mention once that my blogs seemed to be about me ranting on someone or something. :P That is how I am.. writing is the best way to get out my feelings, and you often don't mean all of it an hour or so later. My handwritten journals are all the same. Writing is the way to release. Once when I was younger and feeling depressed I decided to write my 'will', and in it I delegated who was going to get what out of my personal belongings. I never really intended that it be real, or go past my room. My mother found it one day when she was sitting at my desk (I once had the only computer in the house and she was borrowing it for wordprocessing). I could have been mad at her for reading it. She was upset with me, and she had cried almost the whole afternoon before I got back from school and then confronted me all puffy-eyed. I hadn't exactly said very nice things in it... I remember it contained alot of hate and rage towards her, my father, and my sister. Which I don't necessarily feel, I had probably got into an argument right before writing it. Was I suppossed to beg on my knees for forgiveness? I had wrote it and I couldn't change what I wrote. She had misunderstood me entirely. I guess I get that alot. If I ever hurt you, talk to me about it. Chances are I really didn't mean it. If you know me then you know I'm really nice and I try to be sweet. Alas, the meanest things I ever do are hurt people's feelings.