You know who you are.
And you have proven to me that the law of attraction truly exists. Though, I wish that my proof would be from positive moments of speaking about you with dreamy memories. My reminders of you that come out in my words always, without fail, send you straight to me. I loath you, and I will always loath you. But I find fault in myself, because the fact is that I still offer you energy.
The other day, I released my emotions to an incredible vessel.
I told C that I often felt like I needed to beat the shit out of you before I could resolve my pain.
"That's okay," he said, "I'd hold him for you."