Everytime I think of you I think disgusting. Disgusting disgusting disgusting. What a sick little girl. Evil sick little girl. Sometimes I feel sorry for you and sometimes I don’t! You choose everything. You let us do this. You didn’t stop it. You asked for it once I know you did. They’res nothing anybody cares about. You’ve always chosen your own path. Your determined sometimes so why would you let this happen to us. If I was there I would have told you it’s wrong. But I’m future me and your past you. There’s nothing you can do now. You let him do those things to you. You sick sick little girl.