I hope someday you come across this blog and it makes you squirm. I hope you read what I write about you and immediately feel disgusted by yourself knowing that I blasted it for the world to know. I may not have used your name but you will know and that brings me great satisfaction. If it was still possible, I’d have you arrested. You are sick and I hate you.

I don’t know how many times I will have to write about you until I feel satisfied that I have spit out enough venom, but I will do it until my fingers ache if need be. I am a survivor. You are nothing. Insignificant and meaningless. People like you rot in hell and that is where you deserve to be. How many others did you do this too I wonder? How many more like me have this same deep hatred of you? I will never forgive you. I hope your death is agonizing and I hope you think of all the wrong you did and beg God for mercy on your soul, even though you don’t deserve a damn bit of it.

Categories: Addiction, Anxiety, bipolar disorder, Depression, Grief, Mania, Mental Health, OCD, PTSD, Rape, Self Esteem, self-care, Sexual Abuse, Writing


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