Dear... Him
I wish I could throw you away. Stomp on you, make you feel how I felt. I've been getting better, you know. Ever since you did what you did. Don't try to hide it, don't try to deny it. I trusted you, I envied you, I wanted to help you; and you did this to me. You ruin how I view other "hims", how I view myself and my family. Years after you did what you did, I cried myself to sleep, I threw up, I tried to kill myself etc. But nothing ever helped me escape, you were everywhere.
And I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I hate you.