Man FUCK YOU for all the fucking. The whole of it!!! You make me want to fucking claw my skin off! I can’t believe I allowed you to do those things that you did to me; no wonder I fucking fought back on instinct that one night. I should’ve fucking ran away, ran as far away as possible, but instead I let you cut me up and fuck me and now I’ll have that scar forever; the one I begged you not to fucking leave; the one you sharpened your knife specifically to give me. I begged you to stop, don’t, please. We almost died and then you wanted fucking kill me. The way you’d look at me like it took everything not to wrap your hands around my throat — and all the times you went through with it and I thought we were in love. You wanted a fucking body and I wanted someone who understood. You would’ve fucking killed me. You’re going to have to settle for someone else, whichever poor fuck you talk smart and sweet to next. Fuck you. I hope you’re fucking dead by now.