I don’t know what the actual fuck you people think you’re doing, but you seem to have given my rapist—the man I am going to court next week to get a protective order against—the back fucking door.

That guy. The one you people left free to torment me. The one I am taking to court for the specific purpose of preventing him from being on my website so I can get away from him.

You gave him the back fucking door.

I used a website builder, and I can’t access the code. I just can’t.

This was all I had. What do you goddamn people think I’m doing here?

I lost everything. Every fucking thing in this. I just saw in the code that you were looking for how much money I was making. I didn’t make money from this. I spent money on it that I did not have.

It was my only fucking place.

Why do you have to do this to me?

Just come fucking kill me. Just put me out of my misery. I can’t do it myself. If you’re taking this from me, this is all I have. It is all I have left—something that lets me fight for other people.

I don’t have anything left.

I dare you to watch it.