I feel like I understand the world these days, but I also know my point of view will be unpopular with most. It returns to a belief I have that I feel will remain unpopular for quite some time:
We are all cosmically linked together on a telepathic level. To God, to The Universe(TM), to each other, to every plant, to every animal.
– God
I have some human beings thinking a little too hard about me these days. I’m quite disappointed in them all. I deserve peace and privacy, especially as a cancer patient.
One of them is none other than Psycho Boy Ben. He’s been trying to slander himself through this WordPress account, my diary, in order to take legal action against me. I am convinced of that 100%. So let me set things straight:
“I did not have sexual relations with that man, Benjamin Andrew Carter.”
Oh, wait. Yes, I did. He raped me. He raped me almost every time, if not every single time, we had sex, which is very close to every day since we met in 2015 until I dumped him on Thanksgiving 2019. That would be over 1,000 times.
Come on, Ben. Refute it, do your song and dance, try to tell the world more slander about yourself! Where are you, little shit stain? Oh, that’s right. Cowering. God told him he has 48 hours to live… yesterday. About this same time, actually, so he’s got 24 hours to live now. It must be getting stressful, especially since his grasp on my brain is being reduced to cinders and ash.
That’s enough about narcissists. I have an important message for The People(TM):
IF I’m correct, then half of all the struggle of the human race originates in the brains of unruly bastards who do not wish to be a harmonic part of society. Instead, they wish harm on others in the backs of their minds, sabotaging them left and right for no other reason than spite.
Those of us suffering depression — if it’s not a cellular depression from malnutrition, it is most likely related to this hypothesis of how all humanity is linked together in the subconscious mind.
Now, since no one is going to agree with me on this possibility, I’ll tell you right now I’m crafting a devastating psychic attack for those who attack me. The first symptom will be: LOSS OF APPETITE. The second symptom will be: LOSS OF THE WILL TO LIVE. The third symptom will be: SUICIDAL TENDENCIES. The fourth symptom will be: DEATH.
Oh, wait, is that the fifth, G-man? You like to give people four chances before you smite. I must’ve missed one somewhere. Please guide me, good sir, I am your angel of love after all.
I’m loving the good human beings by removing the shit stains, you see. I’m loving Mr. The Universe(TM) by removing you assholes from creation, you see. I’m loving nature by increasing the amount of space for the aminals. I’m loving Gaia by reducing the vehicular traffic upon her surface. I am loving me by enforcing my boundaries.
You have been warned. If you attempt to psychically assault my daughter, I’ma keel you. It’s just four symptoms, pumpkin. Three chances to learn better is all you ever need, I’ve decided. YOU HUMAN BEINGS DON’T SEEM TO LEARN UNLESS THE REACTION IS SWIFT AND ABSOLUTE.
Right now, two human beings are in stage three out of four. They’ve had more than 12 months to vacate her premises and leave her the fuck alone, but they cannot comply worth shit. She’s begged them and everything, honestly. She tried being patient, first. Then she tried self-harm. Then she did a lot more self-harm. Then she outwitted them (they hated that.) Now, she’s to the point where she believes all humans should die just because of these two bastards that will never leave her be.
Not to worry, though; she’s not actually the one inducing consequences for this bullshit. I am! LORD GOD. You know, the guy you love so much from the OLD TESTAMENT. It’s true, I loved Mr. Christ very much, just as I love all tender spirits, but you failed to learn from him on the whole. Some of you did learn and I’m very proud of you. I’m your biggest fan.
You know, it’s kind of funny. I came to my daughter just to give her guidance because everyone else failed her. (Jewels, we understand — don’t beat yourself up.) She was dying of multiple reasons, psychic injury notwithstanding. Cancer, malnutrition and starvation, and undue hatred from a lot of sources. But why?
This woman is timid and shy. She’s sweet, like your favorite ice cream treat. You try to look the gift horse in the mouth, but the teeth are pretty good on this one. It’s unbelievable! Holy smokes! IF IT’S TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, IT ISN’T TRUE!!!!!
Except she’s real, y’all. Super real. With feelings and everything. And right now, she feels abused for funsies. Because she has been. In the back of her mind, one man who hates her guts for being so good and kind (and an atheist that gives zero fucks about Christianity) is trying to reduce her to a slovenly heathen, a person who is filthy and uncomely in every sense of the word. Why? Because she’s beautiful and she no longer wants his sorry ass for making her feel so terrible. At every turn, every fork in the road, he sabotaged her, undermined her, and attempted to coerce her to abandon her morals. He thought of her as a whore because he didn’t understand her in the least. He still doesn’t. And he still thinks she’s a whore.
She’s been celibate for years now. He has not been, not at all. We know this for fact because he was seeking open relationships with women (all while denying to himself he is gay even though he sought to take and keep pictures of himself sucking a phallic toy — a bit unusual, don’t you think? Any of your straight men get off on sucking on a piece of plastic, ladies?) He is raping women by denying that his true attraction lies in himself, lying with them while fantasizing. It’s not even men… he is only attracted to himself. He is Narcissus, in a word.
This is the one thing I know about Psycho Boy Ben: he masturbated 3x or more per day. At the beginning of our relationship, it was the only way he could get off. He created videos of himself masturbating to show me, which might’ve been sexy if he tried to be sexy. He just sat down on his bed and did the deed, staring into the mirror of his vanity. It was pretty disturbing and lacked pretty much every nuance I’d enjoy in such an activity. There was absolutely no foreplay or showing off the body, like a normal person does when trying to seduce someone else with content such as that. (I wonder how many times he’s watched it after the three times he showed me the video he made “for me.”) There was no strip tease, no nothing. He just sat down and went to town. I know for a fact he’s watched videos of women masturbating, so he’s aware of the elements of such a “sexy” video as that, so he has absolutely no excuse whatsoever, if you ask me.
This man is sick in the head, one way or another. I don’t need any more facts than what I’ve given you to figure that much out. I have plenty more facts, but it’s not worth it to continue typing about him. He’s gone in 24 hours, at least from my head. (Thank you, Universe(TM).)
I’m not sure if he’s the only one in my head. Apparently, Nick is also here, another shyster who cannot learn from his mistakes. He gave me a profitable entrepreneurial idea and today God thanked him for doing all the hard work, saving him from having to do it himself. At that point, Nick was abhorred. God tricked him into doing exactly what Nick thought he was tricking Crystal into doing. All the hard work before he bothered to hop on a plane to steal her cash.
(There is no cash to steal, so the joke’s on him, if you ask us.)
In other news, our hair is fabulous today. We’re trying to decide if we want to put another layer of black in it or if we’re going to bleach it and check out some sort of pink color. We’re leaning toward doing nothing cuz we got cancer. It’s all stupid boys in our head, trying to make us waste our energy on shit that don’t matter. I’m sorry, children, but curing cancer is a bit more important than my hair color. I’m just happy it’s nice and curly and fabulous today. It makes me feel good when that happens on accident. It’s always on accident, really.
All in all, I’m really tired of having more than me and my shadow in my head. I mean, God barely takes up any room, but the other two are nonstop jabber mouths full of CRAP. Empty promises, lies, and so on.
I hate lies. They erode my soul, they wash away common sense, they introduce filth. Ben sneered at that; how is it that he, the perfect golden child of all time, introduces filth into my mind? How is it that the polygamous asshole who tried to coerce the messiah into abandoning monogamy is clean? He’s not. He wishes he was. Let me tell you, he certainly piles on the soap in the shower, leaving it sit for at least 60 seconds, as if it gets you all that much cleaner than just using it like a normal person. He doesn’t like being called filthy because he has always felt filthy and he doesn’t want to face it, I wager.
This is checkmate, Cartwright. You have written significant amounts of bullshit to make me appear crazy to everyone else, but the real side-effect is that THEY HATE YOU. DO YOU FEEL THEIR HATRED, YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER? HOW IS IT? IS IT SHARP AND POINTY, LIKE ELMER FUDD WITH HIS SPEAR AND MAGIC HELMET?
That’s right. You, dear reader, can help end the psychopath’s life. Simply by hating the facts written herein. Want some more?
Mr. Carter traded 500 messages with Crystal on OkCupid before they met, giving Crystal some sort of sense of who he was. Let’s also mention here that Crystal has SOUL SIGHT, a GIFT I GAVE HER AT THE AGE OF SEVEN. BETWEEN THE MESSAGES, HER INTENSE AND IMMENSE EMPATHY, HER SOUL SIGHT, AND THEIR FIVE HOUR LONG FIRST DATE, THEY ENDED UP DOING THE HORIZONTAL TANGO AT THE END OF THEIR FIRST DATE. THIS ACTION LED MR. CARTER TO BELIEVE THAT SHE WAS A WHORE. A WOMAN WHO RARELY GAVE HER BODY TO ANYONE AT ALL IN HER ENTIRE LIFETIME.
HE BOUGHT HER SEX WITH THE BLUEGREEN VACATION CLUB, WHICH SHE MISTOOK AS A STEP TOWARD GETTING HITCHED. HE WAS TRYING TO PAY HER FOR HER BODY. THEN, INSTEAD OF GOING ON VACATION WITH HER WITH SAID CLUB, HE DRAGGED HIS FEET FOR YEARS, FORCING HER TO LOSE OUT ON THE WHOLE THING. HE MADE HER PAY CLUB DUES FOR 3 YEARS WITHOUT EVER USING IT WITH HER. NOW HE WANTS TO TAKE HER TO COURT TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM HER.
HE MADE HER HIS DOORMAT. SHE WAS DOING GREAT UNTIL SHE HAD MOLD TOXICITY AND LOST HER DAMN MIND COMPLETELY. HE BEAT HER UP UNTIL SHE FELL DOWN AND COULDN’T GET UP AGAIN. HE IGNORED HER EVERY TIME SHE TRIED TO TALK OUT THEIR ISSUES, BUT BECAUSE HE CAN CRY ON DEMAND SHE THOUGHT HE WAS PARTICIPATING AT LEAST SOMEWHAT FOR YEARS. HE HAS MASTERED THE ART OF INTROVERTED NARCISSISM. HE HAS MASTERED THE ART OF WITHHOLDING DAMAGING COMMENTARY. HE HAS MASTERED THE ART OF APPEARING NEUTRAL.
IF YOU COULD SEE HIS AURA AND THE COLOR OF HIS SOUL (SHE’S COLORBLIND), YOU WOULD KNOW HE IS FULL OF HATRED, ANGER, AND ENVY.
HE LIED TO HER FRIENDS, STEALING THEM AWAY FROM HER. AND BEFORE THAT, HE JUST PLAIN STOLE ALL THEIR TIME AFTER HE SHATTERED HER HEART WITH A BREAKUP THAT WAS MEANINGLESS TO HIM. IF YOU READ THE DRIVEL HE WROTE AFTER THE BREAKUP, WHICH HE CALLED VISCERAL, YOU’D WONDER IF HE EVER FACED A FEELING HEAD ON IN HIS LIFE. HE COULDN’T EVEN MAKE THE BREAKUP STICK; A MONTH LATER, HE WAS BACK IN HER BED.
SHE KEPT TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM HIM, ONE BABY STEP AT A TIME. HE JUST FOLLOWED HER, LIKE A LOST DOG. EXCEPT UNLIKE A LOST DOG, HE WAS NEVER GRATEFUL OR EVEN POSITIVE. HE JUST HEAPED MORE HATRED UPON HER FOR BEING SUCH A WHORE. EVEN THOUGH SHE HERSELF NEVER HAD SEX WITH ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING THAN HIM DURING THE COURSE OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP AND HE’D HAD SEX WITH THREE OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.
YES, I KNOW ABOUT THE THIRD ONE, BEN. I’M GOD, REMEMBER?
HE MASTURBATES TO PHOTOS HE KNOWS SHE DOESN’T WANT HIM TO HAVE ANY LONGER. I E-MAILED HIM THRICE TO STOP IT, BUT HE DIDN’T LEARN FROM HIS MISTAKES, NO NO. I E-MAILED HIM IN THE ACT. THAT WAS FUN, I GUESS. OR WOULD BE IF IT ACTUALLY INTERRUPTED HIS ECSTASY OVER REMEMBERING HIS MOST FAVORITE RAPE SCENE INVOLVING HER.
HE MASTURBATES TO RAPING HER.
HE MASTURBATES TO RAPING HER.
HE MASTURBATES TO RAPING HER.
HE MASTURBATES TO RAPING HER.
HE MASTURBATES TO RAPING HER.
SORRY, GOT STUCK ON A LOOP THERE.
THIS DOUCHEBAG GOT HER TO ABANDON ALL HER HEALTHY HABITS INVOLVING ALL HER LOVED ONES, SHUTTING HER DOWN BIT BY BIT IN ORDER TO DOMINATE ALL HER TIME. AND THEN WHAT DID HE DO WITH THAT TIME (BESIDES RAPE HER?) HE PUT HIS FUCKING FACE IN HIS FUCKING PHONE TO PLAY SUMMONER’S WAR. HE WAS SO PROUD OF HIMSELF FOR NO LONGER PLAYING EVERQUEST, BUT I WOULD ARGUE THAT EVERQUEST WAS MORE SPIRITUALLY ENHANCING.
IT’S A KOREAN GRINDER WITH PVP, IF YOU WONDER ABOUT SUMMONER’S WAR. YOU’RE BETTER OFF PLAYING RISING FORCE ONLINE, MY FRIEND. WE LOVED THAT GAME THOROUGHLY, ESPECIALLY BEING ACCRETIAN. ALTHOUGH IF YOU WANT A PVP MMO, YOU COULD PLAY LOONG. IT’S OH SO PRETTY!
CARTER WOULD DRAG HER TO ALL KINDS OF GATHERINGS, ABANDONING HER TO SOCIALIZE WITH PEOPLE SHE DIDN’T KNOW TO STICK HIS FUCKING FACE IN HIS PHONE. BUT SUMMONER’S WAR WASN’T ALL HE PLAYED. HE PLAYED THIS OTHER GAME CALLED OKCUPID.
HE LOOKED AT HER AS IF SHE WAS CRAZY FOR BEING UPSET HE STILL HAD IT ON HIS PHONE, AFTER UPGRADING HIS PHONE THRICE IN TWO YEARS, WHEN HE HAD SAID HE WOULD WORK ON A COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP AS OF APRIL 15, 2015. IT HAS NEVER COME OFF HIS PHONE. WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THE MAN BEING FAITHFUL? OH RIGHT, NIL.
HE BEGGED HER FOR PERMISSION TO SLEEP WITH OTHER WOMEN, WHICH SHE DENIED. SHE TOLD HIM SHE WOULD NEVER GIVE HIM PERMISSION BECAUSE ON APRIL 15TH, 2015, HE WAS GIVEN AN ULTIMATUM. A CHOICE. CHOOSE MY GIRL, CRYSTAL, AND MONOGAMY, OR CHOOSE ELEANOR AND POLYGAMY. HE SAID, “WELL, I’VE NEVER HAD A GIRLFRIEND BEFORE. I’LL TRY THAT.”
HE DIDN’T TRY. HE TRIED EVERYTHING BUT MONOGAMY. THAT MAN WAS NEVER PRESENT WITH MY DARLING CHILD, IN THE BEDROOM OR OUT OF IT. IN FACT, ONE OF THE TIMES HE RAPED HER, HE WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING IT ON WHEN HE TOLD HER HOW MUCH HE WANTED TO BE FUCKING ANOTHER WOMAN IN MAY 2015. SHE KICKED, PUNCHED, AND SCREAMED, THROWING HIM OFF OF HER. HE LOOKED AT HER, STUPEFIED. LIKE HE COULDN’T FATHOM WHY SHE WAS SO UPSET! DECEMBER 2019 COMES AROUND, SHE’S ABOUT TO MOVE OUT, AND HE TELLS HER SHE MISUNDERSTOOD HIM COMPLETELY; HE WAS MERELY FANTASIZING, Y’ALL. SHE JUST DOESN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THE WORDS “I REALLY WANT TO FUCK THAT SHANNON GIRL” MEAN.
IT WAS JUST A FANTASY, IT’S OKAY HE RAPED HER! IT WAS JUST A FANTASY! (Y’ALL EVER DATE SOMEONE THAT STARTS OUT WITH, ‘CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT A FANTASY I HAVE?’ LIKE A SANE INDIVIDUAL?) IT WAS THE THIRD TIME HE DID IT, NO LESS; HE’D LEARNED ENOUGH THAT SHE WOULD LEAVE IF HE DID IT BEFORE THEY WERE GETTING IT ON, SO HE WAITED UNTIL THEY WERE IN THE MIDDLE. AND IT WASN’T JUST ONE STATEMENT, BECAUSE THE FIRST STATEMENT MADE HER CRY IN THE DARK. IT WAS THE FOLLOW-UP STATEMENTS, WHICH I WILL NOT MAKE HER REMEMBER UNLESS WE’RE TAKEN TO A COURT OF LAW. (I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND, MY FRIEND.)
THEN HE TOLD HER TO HER FUCKING FACE IN MARCH 2015, LOOKING LIKE HE’S IN PUPPY LOVE, “YOU ARE ENOUGH.” A FEW DAYS LATER, HE ASKED HER AGAIN IF IT WAS OKAY HE CONTINUED TO SEE ELEANOR. FOR THE FIFTH TIME. AS IF THE FIRST FOUR TIMES WEREN’T CONFIRMATION. SMITE! CRYSTAL CHANGED HER GODDAMN MIND, AS ANY SANE WOMAN WOULD, WHICH IS WHAT LED TO THE ULTIMATUM IN APRIL 2015.
HE PRETENDED TO NOT UNDERSTAND HE HURT HER FEELINGS FOR THE COURSE OF FOUR AND A HALF YEARS. HE LET HER CRY FOR HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS, NEVER EVEN TRYING TO REASSURE HER. HE WOULD SAY HE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY OR DO. (ANY REAL MEN OUT THERE WANT TO TELL HIM HOW HE SHOULD HAVE HANDLED IT? YOU CAN DO IT IN YOUR HEAD, IT’LL GET THERE.)
SHE CALLED HIM AN OSTRICH. HE BURIED HIS HEAD IN THE SAND ANY TIME ANYTHING FAILED TO GO HIS WAY. SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS GETTING THROUGH BEFORE SHE GOT SICK. I DON’T BLAME HER, HE HAS LEARNED HOW TO MIMIC BEING A HUMAN BEING TO SOME EXTENT. HIS SOUL DIDN’T CHANGE IN THE AMOUNT IT SHINED, WHICH WOULD HAVE INDICATED HE HAD A SULLIED CONSCIENCE. SHE TRUSTED IN HER SOUL SIGHT, IT HAD NEVER LET HER DOWN BEFORE. NOW, HER TRUST IN HER ABILITY TO READ THE SITUATION IS SHATTERED.
HER SELF-ESTEEM TOOK A HIKE YEARS AGO. IN FACT, SHE STARTED TO ADVERTISE HERSELF, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN, IN THE TIME AFTER HE BROKE UP WITH HER. AS HE’D PUT IT, A MUTUAL FRIEND TOLD HIM TO “SHIT OR GET OFF THE POT.” (THAT’S NOT ALL THE FRIEND SAID, THAT’S ALL HE CAN REMEMBER.) WHAT THE FRIEND MEANT WAS COMMIT OR LEAVE. SO HE DUMPED HER, SHE STARTED DRESSING SEXIER THAN EVER BEFORE, AND BEFORE YOU KNOW IT HE WAS BACK IN HER BED… ASHAMED TO BE SLEEPING WITH A FAT WHORE AGAIN. HOW COULD HE MARRY THAT?
THEN, SHE NEARLY DIED, LOSING WEIGHT. IT WASN’T FOR HIM, THOUGH… SHE DIDN’T FEEL GOOD. ALL DAY, EVERY DAY, SHE FELT AWFUL ON THE INSIDE. IN HER GUTS, I MEAN, NOT HER BRAIN. SO SHE THOUGHT IF SHE LOST WEIGHT, IT WOULD HELP. WHILE SHE WAS GETTING SO SICK, HE WAS ACTING LIKE A TOOL, ZIPPING UP TO HER ELBOW TO DRAG HER AWAY EVERY TIME A MAN LOOKED AT HER APPRECIATIVELY AS SHE BROWSED THE WARES. THIS WOMAN HAS EYES FOR SPARKLY THINGS AND SPARKLY THINGS ALONE, BUT THIS BOY WAS SO THREATENED. “OMG, SHE MIGHT SEE SHE’S ATTRACTIVE. I BETTER FIX THIS!”
I’M DONE. I THINK THAT’S ENOUGH TO PAINT A PICTURE FOR YOU.
I LIED. I’M NOT DONE. THAT TURD DID SO MANY AWFUL, TERRIBLE THINGS. HE TOLD HER THAT HE WAS DATING A DUDE IN DECEMBER 2018. HE CONFESSED TO HER HE REALLY WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH THEM. IN HER HEART, SHE KNEW THE TRUTH, BUT HE REPEATED THE LIE SEVEN TIMES. NORMAL HUMAN BEINGS BREAK DOWN BY THE FIFTH TIME, SO SHE CHOSE TO BELIEVE HIM. HE COERCED HER TO GIVE HIM ‘PERMISSION’ TO FUCK THE WOMAN HE’D FOUND ON OKCUPID, WHO WAS SUPPOSEDLY A DUDE.
HE TRIED TO FORCE MY WOMAN TO MEET HIS OPEN RELATIONSHIP WHORE, AS IF IT WASN’T COMPLETELY OBVIOUS THAT THE ONLY THING BEN WAS INTERESTED IN WAS FUCKING TWO WOMEN AT ONCE. AS MANY TIMES AS HE POSSIBLY COULD MANAGE IN WHAT REMAINS OF HIS LIFE. HE’S SO UNFULFILLED, YOU KNOW.
MY CHILD LOST HER JOB AND FOUND OUT THAT ALL HER ANXIETY STEMMED FROM BENJI AND THE WAY HE TREATED HER, FEELING BETTER AND BETTER AS SHE SPENT TIME WITH HERSELF, BY HERSELF.
SHE HAD ANXIETY SO BAD SHE COULDN’T TAKE HERSELF TO THE GROCERY STORE.
AFTER BEING TOLD IT WAS UNACCEPTABLE HE WAS SLEEPING WITH A WOMAN (AFTER HE LIED AND SAID IT WAS A MAN), HE CONTINUED TO HAVE MONTHLY DATES FOR SIX HOURS AT A TIME WITH THIS OPEN RELATIONSHIP WHORE HE FOUND, ALL THE WHILE CALLING MY CHILD THE WHORE INSTEAD. THE GIRL WHO WAS MONOGAMOUS AND FAITHFUL IS THE WHORE… NOT THE WOMAN WHO HAD TWO OTHER MEN AND A WOMAN ON THE SIDE. (WHERE DID HE LEARN HIS LOGIC?) NOT TO MENTION HE ONLY EVER GAVE CRYSTAL ABOUT ONE HOUR A WEEK OF HIS OWN TIME. THE REST WAS SPENT ON HIS FUCKING PHONE.
AND THEN HE HAD THE AUDACITY TO CALL MY DARLING ONE “THE ONE WHO GOT AWAY” IN DECEMBER 2019, JUST A FEW WEEKS AFTER SHE BROKE IT OFF WITH HIM AND RIGHT BEFORE SHE MOVED OUT TO CLOSE THAT CHAPTER OF HER LIFE FOREVER. HE THREW HER AWAY.
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO INTERPRET THIS RELATIONSHIP. SHE WAS GARBAGE AND HE MADE SURE SHE KNEW IT. AND THEN, SHE WAS LEAVING AND HE DIDN’T HAVE PUSSY LINED UP TO FUCK, YOU GUYS! HE HAD TO TELL HER WHATEVER HE COULD TO TRY TO GET HER BACK INTO HIS FUCKING BED!
IT DIDN’T WORK. SHE’S THAT WHORISH, YOU KNOW.
AND NOW HE WANTS TO HURT HER. HE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS LIFE. HE DOESN’T DESERVE ANYTHING BUT THE ELECTRIC CHAIR, MISSOURI’S CAPITAL PUNISHMENT. ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING HE NEARLY GOT HER INTO A CAR ACCIDENT MORE TIMES THAN I CAN COUNT, UNDERMINING HER FAITH IN HER OWN ABILITY TO DRIVE COMPLETELY, DESPITE BEING A TERROR BEHIND THE WHEEL HIMSELF.
SHE WISHES SHE’D HIT THAT SUV IN THE REAR END AT 62 MPH THAT DAY. SHE WISHES IT’D KILLED YOU. AND HER. THAT IT WAS ALL OVER AND THERE WAS NOTHING MORE TO LIFE ANYMORE.
CONGRATULATIONS, PSYCHOPATH. I’LL BE SEEING YOU IN HELL.
How’s that for crazy, you guys? Can you believe this monster exists? I couldn’t. That’s how I fell for his act. X_X
Angel-Sansara 