honestly, i hate you for calling yourself a feminist, but when the assaulter happens to be the boy you like, it's definitely my fault right? i would say fuck you but honestly do not even care as much because i do not miss what we had. we both were not right for each other and that's okay, but don't get the story twisted. i cant even go into public without my pepper spray anymore in crippling fear of what could happen even in my own vicinity. but i wish you the best because after all, i was never one to hold grudges as deeply as you. i hope you do well but in saying that, stop talking about me.
