You ruin every fucking day for me. Anything someone says reminds me of you, of what you did. You're filth. I hope you fucking die. I will fucking kill you and spit on your shallow grave in the middle of nowhere. Nobody will wonder what happened to you because everyone will hate you. They will all know what you did to me, to that other girl, and who knows what you have done to others.
I can't quite get the feeling of you out of my skin, the taste of you from my mouth. Every fucking day I hope you choke, and I hope one day you feel like you made me feel. I am disgusted in myself because of what you did to me, and it's like you stole something I can never replace. I am missing a part of myself that you've destroyed.