A year and a half that I wish I could forget.
I was 19 and had no idea what I was doing.
For two years I'd been your friend, watched you pull yourself out of hell.
I was the only person who stayed when everyone else left.
I thought I knew you.
What. The. Hell. Was. I. Thinking???
If I could remember why I liked you maybe that would help.
Maybe.
You have no idea what you did wrong.
You can't take responsibility for what you did.
I stayed with you until I hated you, out of fear and guilt.
Jumped from one dark place to another, just to get away from you.
The relief and joy I felt the night I called and finally said:
"We're done."
Then the rage came.
I finally realized everything you did to me.
Once it hit, once it sank in that you r**** me,
there was no fear. Just pure rage.
The manipulating, guilt tripping and hitting.
"It only happened once, I apologized" is all you ever said.
That's not enough, it was still wrong.
Someday karma will catch up, you will bleed.
Every single memory of us I took and burned.
Every picture. Every gift.
I wish I could get rid of the loathing I feel when I think of the fact that I ever let you touch me.
You never, ever truly knew me, threw a fit like a child every time I won a fight, every time I called you out on your absolute bullshit.
I can't wait for life to hit you.
It's true, the best revenge is moving on and living one's best life,
but I still want to see you bleed.
I want to be the reason you bleed.
So sincerely, with all my heart,
From the devil I've become,
FUCK YOU.
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