Why? How?

Why did you do that?

How could you do this to me?

We were friends, all of us together. So what went wrong? Is it my sexuality? Is it the fact I'm an atheist? Is it because I believe I'm a boy? Is that it? Because, that's not the reason to tell a human to kill them selves, that they're a waste of oxygen. You're not all as funny as you think. You would send me razors in the post. You're lucky my mum didn't find out. But thank you, thank you for telling me I'm ugly, fat, a waste of space. Because all those things made me who I am today. Where are you now? Cleaning gas station toilets? Teaching bratty kids like you used to be? Maybe a job higher, I don't know. But I know I'm grateful.

Your victim.