You took advange of my weakness and my trust, all the while knowing the end result. Not that you really even knew anything about me.
You delighted as I put pen to paper; knowing my conscience was masked by inner demons. I blame you. You think you closed the door permanently.
Revenge is searching for you. It knows who you truly damaged. When it finds you, I hope it brings you to near death and rescusitates you repeatedly. Only then will you understand how others feel in your presence.
Even though I traded you for another set of problems, I applaude you. Thank you for the lesson. Thank you. The door has been re-opened and you will never close it again.
Now go do the world a favor and suffocate yourself. I won't waste my spit on your grave.