What would my life be like if it never happened? Would I have more friends? Would I have gone farther in life without these memories holding me back?

I’m afraid the streets are filled with people who want to hurt me and I’m afraid of what these people are thinking and plotting. Will they hurt me like you did?

After 8 years my body hasn’t been seen by anyone except you. I’ve stayed a virgin and I’m afraid to share myself with someone.

I’m mad at my mom for not being someone I could go to. I wanted to say something, I really did, but I had no adult female I could trust and I’m afraid I’ll always feel anger towards her for that. Why wasn’t she there? Why did she make me feel like I couldn’t go to her? Why wasn’t she a good enough mom?

I wish you never existed. You fucked up my life and I wish I could fuck yours up like you did mine. But now it’s too late and you’ll get away with it. Do you remember me? Do you remember what you did? Do you even feel bad for it or did you convince yourself that you did nothing wrong?