This Should Be a Podcast
Wherein the Wicked Witch Confesses to...A Lot of Shit.
I cannot state enough, for the record, how absolutely irredeemable he is. The fact that he still breathes is wrong. Until he dies, preferably in some gruesome non-accident, I will forever be fucked up. There. I said it. He fucked me up in a truly spectacular fashion. I will not expose his other victims, who, by virtue of my own counter-productive pride and blatant stupidity, suffered far worse than I, but way back, when all Hell broke loose, exposed was exactly how I felt.