If you dont like what you see, then stop f****** looking. Every time you react, you validate my fuckery. Im bored, this is nothing but a game to me. Meeting you brought my life to a standstill, forgive me if I take immense pleasure in f****** with you as a way of coping and feeling like I have some small smidge of power in this world. Im completely aware of how creepy and fucked the situation is, but it’s a comfortable addiction and im too depressed and apathetic to find something else to do. I was almost free, and then you had to throw gas on the fire. You know two days after you sent me into a tailspin by being a c***, one of my good friends died? That man was a saint. He inspired me to be a better person, to try to get help.
Now I dont even want to get better anymore, I just want to destroy myself. Why bother being a good person when all the good people die before their time? You want me out of your life forever right? Well then, why you dont do us both a favor and f****** kill me already then you spineless b****? Its the only way I can be cured. I am a defective model.
