Attacked

One thing I hate about the internet is the ease with which people can send messages. That people can not think, send something at one in the morning, that can just devastate. And I hate that you have that waiting, this ticking time bomb in your email, just waiting for you to click it.
I remember once I had a brother. Once I had two. And although you think that someone has hurt you as much as they can. And although you think you have made some sense of that which does not make sense. And although you just don't think about it.
Sometimes, it can come back, at one in the morning, and attack you again, like new.
And what do you do with that?