What are you trying to accomplish?

Well, everyone is gone now but you guys. I can’t believe I lost fucking Todd too. Jesus.

Well, that was remarkably ill-advised.

You guys aren’t going away, are you?

That puts me in a weird place. It was already a fishbowl. I’m not actually that crazy. I was trying to fucking burn it to the ground and just be as nasty as possible.

Didn’t read as well the next day. I’m vicious. But everyone has always known that about me. I’m a mean little thing. That’s why I don’t have friends.

Oh well.

Onward and upward.

I will say this: I am a little sorry for the misunderstanding. But, for the love of God, why are you here? Are you trying to just choke me?

Is it part of the game? See if you can make me kill myself? You’ve come close, that’s for damn sure.

For the record, I am not obsessed with {D}, kids. Jesus. Who all you got on this, bro? I was trying to make it clear I didn’t want {D}.

See, this is my fucking problem: I do not want him here. And he is. And he won’t go away.

This isn’t fucking about you. Frankly, you have made it to the point where I’m still doing this and engaging. I don’t want to anymore.

I’m trying to walk away. But here is my problem: I don’t have anyone to talk to. This is my fucking social life. Swimming in a fishbowl with people who don’t give a fuck about me and are just watching the fucking circus.

Why are any of you here? Why?

You two do need to go away. Why are you in my life?

I mean, yes, I’m suing you. It’s my right to do so. Yes, I filed for a protective order because the police told me I should, and the woman at the court who did the paperwork—she and the judge recommended I file the stalking paperwork on {A}. In fact, she is the one who sent it to me. Yes, you’re getting disbarred because the lawyer I spoke to was adamant that you not be allowed to practice law. He told me to file in Nevada and Vermont, and that was before I knew you left. We were still talking. He was aghast.

See, here is the thing about all of this: you raped me, and you have no fucking excuse. You just rape women.

I keep not seeing it and blaming myself. You are causing me a great deal of harm. This last spiral was way too much. I shouldn’t still feel like this.

Also, you should be in prison, and you know that as well as I do. You have no idea how you got away with this, and God, how is it possible that I improved your life by reporting you for rape?

I mean, what kind of fucking world do we live in, for fuck’s sake? I just—I’ll never understand. I will never understand why what you did to me didn’t matter.

You fucked me up so fucking badly. And on top of having to know that happened and having irrefutable evidence that it did—evidence that just cannot be denied—it lives forever in my goddamn head.

I had a panic attack having sex. I literally can’t. I can’t put up with you in my life anymore. It drags me back in.

Sorry your psycho fucking blew up my website last summer. I kinda couldn’t help but notice it was you two. You made your presence known.

You did that. It was retaliation for me suing you. You and Cunty McLawyer—that is her name now. I didn’t before because it’s too fucking good for her.

You have just been retaliating against me. I deserve the protective order.

See, this is the problem. You make me feel like I’m the bad guy. I’m not. You’re the bad people who won’t leave me alone.

All I have done is take the appropriate legal steps.

You raped me, and now you torment me? What kind of sick fucks are you?

Of course I’m unstable. Did you watch the fucking videos? Jesus fucking Christ.

I just looked. I have had 13,000 views in a year.

The video has been seen 500 times.

My best pages seem to be my articles.

The lady in Vermont thanked me for what I was doing for other women.

You are not going to make me keep doubting myself.

You don’t get to gaslight me anymore.

The hat was never a fucking lie.

Fuck you.

Take some goddamn accountability at some point in your life. You are pissed it's still following you.  As it should. You can bullshit everyone else, but I know you. I know what you are. So do you.

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OH That's what you're doing.

That what she didn't show up, eh?

Well Played. 

hey look, Todd is back. Hi Todd