You know if you didn't fucking touch me, lick me, rub your dick on me, and nearly forced me to lick your dick, our family would've been on good terms still.
I fucking miss visiting and playing with your sister. And now, our family is broken than ever. You asked for this. I didn't. What did I do? Why me? What the fuck were you thinking?
It's going to cause more problems for you and me. I'm over it though. I forgive you. But what about your parents? They fucking hate me. And now, I can't help but think that your sister might be next on your list.
Your parents almost made me believe that it was all a dream. Now the memory is fading away. It used to scare me. But now, I can take care of myself. I can stand up for myself. We could've been friends still, you know? I could've helped you with your depression. But no. You threw that all away.
Doesn't matter now anyways. And now I can say what I've always wanted to say: fuck you.
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CasualeBehind the monitor, I'm a plump entity that faces challenges in life like any other. Refer to me as a she/he. I don't mind any pronouns because I believe being neutral about it is better than putting myself into a sticky situation where hell may bre...
