TWs: Sexual Abuse / Underage Sex, Suicide

i spent years in therapy because of you.

you don't care, do you? if i told you this, you'd laugh. i'd never give you that power, but if you found out, i think you'd find it funny. i think you'd find it pathetic, even.

you made up the rumor i was the one who raped you, just like your other exes. isn't that funny? isn't it funny how that works? how coincidental it all becomes when we all get together and tell everyone how shitty of a person you are?

funny how nobody believes us, though.

funny how nobody believes victims when they become traumatized.

you picked out the most vulnerable people and complained that they were "boring" when they wouldn't sleep with you, but when they would, like me, you'd insult us. you were the first person i ever kissed. the first person i ever slept with. you said i was shit at sex. of course i was. i was sixteen. you had numerous partners before me that you slept with. i knew you for years. since we were kids. i thought i could trust you - that you'd love me back.

you picked out someone a week later who was thinner than me but looked just like me. you sent a picture of your abdomen all bloody with the words SLUT carved in it before i had left the groupchat of all of our friends. the lookalike did that to you. you were proud.

were you proud of how you made me feel, isolating me from my only support group?

i attempted suicide months later.

i hope you wake up horrified that i'm still alive every god damn day.

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