You know who you are. You fucked my life up. I was just a child. Yet you used and abused. Who do you think you are?? How dare you!! Yeah, you got away with it. You lucky fuck. Didn't care about the damage you did. Emotional. Mental. Who the fuck cares right?!?
And you just go about life, actin' like nothin' at all ever happened. Got the nerve to walk up with a big smile and want to hug and smooch my cheek. FUCKER!!!!
Guess you STILL haven't put together my alcohol and drug abuse problems stemmed from what you did to me all those years ago. Cuz I can't get it or you out of my head. What you did. What you said when I said I'll tell. Shit--that worked like a dream for you didn't it? Seeing as I STILL haven't told. At least, haven't told those that count. Cuz what you said is STILL fucking with my head. So I hold it in and it's wearin' on me. Tearin' at me. But I'll be damned if I'll allow it to push me back to alcohol or drugs. Fuck that!!
Yeah, I have to see you this weekend. But I don't have to hang with you. Don't have to do much other than say hi. But since I can't say it to your face, I'll say it here--FUCK YOU. FUCK YOUR GIRLFRIEND. Just FUCK OFF.
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