Every time I stop to think about my life, I just break down and sob so bad.

You will NEVER understand the pain, agony and trauma you’ve put me through.

Everything I’ve come to trust is a lie. And I wish you could feel everything I feel, so you will know what it’s like to see darkness all around you.

I wish I could take all this pain and throw it on you. I wish I could take your happiness away from you. I wish that the next person you let into your heart will rip it apart. And that every hope in your life will be cruelly extinguished. And that death will be better than living.

Because that’s what you’ve done to me.

And I hope you’re mighty pleased with yourself for having tried another pussy. Not just once, but 10 times. Once was enough to destroy me. But you went ahead with more any way. What was it that you wanted? Did you have the desire to hurt me? Because you had so much self-control but you allowed yourself to be a trainwreck.

If your goal was to hurt me deeply, you’ve met it.