Lately I’ve been thinking back to an extremely toxic ex of mine, who was way kinkier than I’d like, in a bad way. He made me cut his intials into my thigh and tried to get me to r*** my, at the time, 8 year old sister. Just thinking about him makes me sick. I want to kill him. I want to see the life leave his eyes. He’s one of the reasons I’m so broken. F*** you. I’ve moved on, my wound has healed, yet the internal wounds haven’t. I hope you die in the most painful way possible. You acted so nice, just so you could fool little, näive me. You toyed with my emotions.
-Inu
