You're, as Judge Judy Would Say, Bereft of Morality

So, turns out I have super powers. I bet you didn't see that coming did you? Well, maybe you should have thought about that. My super power, of course, comes with great responsibility. So, to spare someone close to me pain, I will grant you anonymity. For now.

My power is my voice. And today--technically yesterday--I used it. I refused to be silent any longer. And so your world crumbled. Don't blame me, you're the sick fuck.

You know who you are.

I know. You sick fuck. And though I know more than I'd like to know, it was necessary.

Maybe it happened to you. But that's no excuse. I am honestly sorry if that is the case. But YOU chose to become an abuser yourself. Every day you have a choice. You chose to do wrong. You chose to hurt others, and instead of ending a cycle of abuse, you chose to perpetuate it. Because one victim actually has a good heart, that cycle stopped there, but the pain you caused is everlasting. It scrapes and tears at the back of the mind and has forever scarred that wonderful heart. But it did not stop its beating, and it will continue on despite your terrible deeds.

This person of whom I speak is the bigger person, but me? I'm a fucking bitch with super fucking powers. I cannot forgive. I cannot excuse. The abused one has such faith in the God you choose not to believe in that they believe you can become a good person after all. I guess that makes them a bigger person than me. I hate you. I wished death upon you. But, no. Death isn't good enough for you. In fact, I hope the world hands you a giant platter of shit, because you deserve it. You deserve to live a very long, lonely, shitty life. And though you choose to NOT believe in God, I truly hope the God I pray to exists and that you will die, stand before Him in judgement and be condemned to eternity in hell. As for now, you deserve hell on earth. And if I were a terrible person I would personally see to it that you live in misery every day. As it happens, I plan on the words I spoke to you today to be the last, and hopefully the last time I will ever see you.

For now, just be thankful that I can't bear to reveal to all the world who you are because it would hurt the one you have abused. But they aren't the only one, are they? I didn't think so. Maybe you will think about what you have done and CHOOSE not to do it again. Because if it ever happens again, I hope you get caught. And I hope you spend the remainder of your shitty life in ass-pounding-prison if you do. So don't. Just spend the rest of your shitty fucking life begging God for forgiveness. But, then again, you'd have to believe in God to beg forgiveness. Beg forgiveness from the ones you have abused. Hope that they truly are better people than you, because you may just spend the rest of your days looking over your shoulder if they aren't the forgiving types.

And for fuck's sake, get some help. Maybe you were abused, who knows. But you CHOSE to do wrong, and you need serious help.

If you'd like to redeem yourself, if there is such a thing, then grow the fuck up and start taking care of yourself. Don't put family and friends in the awkward position of trying to help you. You don't deserve it. You're a fucking grown-up. Fucking act like it.

I have wasted all the time I am going to on you. You are worthless. You are selfish. You are sickening. You're a sick fuck.

You know who you are. You know what you've done. And you know it was wrong. No amount of "I'm sorry"s is ever going to make it right. Good riddance.