Dear victim
Over the past few weeks of school I have tormented, hurt, beaten, gotten my girlfriend to beat you. All these things just cause.... I don't know why I just do.
I found out that one of my good friends is your crush, I find that funny. He said your a cry baby, but I haven't seen you cry once yet.
I hear things about you, some are really gross, like why would you do that? And with him of all things, that's blood. I also heard you got drunk at a party a almost stripped before your friend stopped you. Probably a good show.
I'm sorry about your ankle/wrist. I just got caught up in the moment. I guess this is what happens when you become the victim. You get hurt me. Your my victim now. Just till I choose to stop
~Blake~
P.s to people who read the original yes I'm changing some names.
