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Man, if you guys know eachother, you know all my secrets, huh? How come no one talks about all the great qualities that made them fall in love with me before they sucked out my soul? How come I don’t get any credit at all for the fact that I’m so good even after being treated so horribly that predatory men still latch onto me like leeches until I tear them off?

The fact that I can be a little promiscuous should be a given. And the fact that you think that’s evidence of me being a bad person is proof of all the other shit that I say. Cuz really, it tips the scale at least as much to the other side. Would so many men, who you think highly enough of at least, become so deeply affected by me if I had no good qualities? Let the depth of their hatred show you how much they loved me. Dakota told me I was the one. I doubt you’d crown a common street whore as soul mate.

I’m sorry I fucked someone else, man. I like to fuck people sometimes. But way back when, that’s the only thing that I had done and you cost me my house and my freedom, then you took everything else too. That’s abuse. Me slapping you? Beyond fucking deserved.

Emotional abuse is the most damaging of the abuses, for the record. In children, emotional abuse is more strongly correlated with negative outcomes than full blown fucking rape. What you have done to me is hugely illegal and downright cruel. I honestly can’t believe people are letting you do it again.

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