How do you walk with your head held high, you poor excuse for a human being? As much as I need to forgive you for all the hell you’ve caused me, I won’t. Nor will I ever regret saying I hate you, because I mean it whole heartedly. You’re a horrible person. How someone can do such horrible things, and sleep just fine while I toss & turn because of nightmares, is beyond my comprehension. You deserve to know that feeling, and so much more, but as much as I truly dislike you, I would never wish that pain and trauma upon anyone. But you know what? I pity you. I pity you, because you are too weak to break the cycle your family has passed down. I pity you, because no matter how much you fuck up everyone else’s lives, you are still unhappy with your own. Because I know in the end, you’ll be stuck with all the consequences of your actions. I’m no religious being, but for your sake I hope God has a sense of humor. Cause after all this, he’s going to be the only one who will ever love you for the truly horrible piece of shit you are, and that’s fucking sad.