Hi
I'm nobody. Just someone, someones maybe, who don't feel like they know who they are anymore. Might never again. Can't be sure yet.
Most outlets of self-expression I've ever put any serious time or effort into have either been ways of venting this pain, or have ended up turning into that, somehow, somewhere along the line. So, that's all this is, too. I'm just being honest about it this time.
I'm mad, okay? I'm still mad about what he took from me. I'll probably die mad about it. And that's all my life is now. Maybe someone will listen. Doesn't matter. People listen and it's never enough, because no one can give it back. Not even he could, if he'd bother. Best I can hope for is maybe someone out there will see themself in me and have a realization of their own. At least then my time here will have been worth something.
Listen you literal motherfucker. If you're still out there somewhere. I know what you did now. All of it. Hope you're sleeping well at night.