As if life couldn't get any more crazy, pt 3
Okay. So. Thoughts.
First off, we didn't end on 'Weird terms or whatever'. Your last words to me were, 'You ARE fat, deal with it, bi_ch'.
You messed up my body image something bad. You threatened to stab Luke and myself with a corkscrew. You called the police on me over a crystal. You stalked me. You harassed me. You got your friends to stalk and harrass me once I blocked you. Then you told my parents I was on drugs and that I'd cheated on you. You made posts of hate on Facebook and that sent more people after me. It damn near drove me off the end of the cliff.
If it wasn't for Luke, escaping to a place you couldn't find me and taking my medication, I think I would be dead right now.
I created a suicide journal. It started as a book to help me through what you were doing to me, but I began to lose hope and I wanted something to leave behind if one day, I did snap and end things.
How on earth could you think I would ever trust my life in your hands? You are DANGEROUS. There is something deeply wrong with you.