I hope you die. I have a billion things I could say and that I’ve practiced saying and that I’ve almost said, but condensed into one phrase, I hope you die. You ruined me. I would say that I hope you’re happy, but I know damn well you are. You are absolutely sick for what you did and for being proud of it. You’re never gonna find this, but on the off chance you do, I want you to know that this is exactly who you think it is. My god, who else did you corrupt? I can’t believe there’s others. I’ve talked about you to many a therapist, many a police officer, many a friend. I feel a million things for you, and a good 100,000 are hatred. I fucking hate your guts! <3