a collective fuck you, to start. You can not break me. And the arrogance to think you can makes me sick. Many talented people have tried before you. What in the hell makes you think you can succeed when so many others have failed?
Now, a point by point response.
To the drunken assholes who decided to shout “Let’s get her” and chase me halfway across campus last year:
Belated, but the deferred sentence you got was too lenient. If I didn’t sprint so damn fast when the adrenaline hit, what would you have done? Your words imply that I would have been a bloody mess on the pavement. And why? Because I objected to you throwing glass bottles at windows, and thought that calling the police would be a good idea. I don’t know for certain how stupid you are, but you’ve got to be pretty fucking intelligence-impaired to think that I wouldn’t call them again after you tried to assault me. You can rot.
To the virus-encrusted penguin-fucking backwater-badger-buggering slutastic syphilitic whoremonger who raped me:
I hope you burn. I’ll start believing in hell if it means you’ll go there. You have no business even interacting with others of my species (I will NOT demean the human race by designating you a member thereof). At least you learned from your parents’ mistake by using a condom. And how dare you tell me that you’re “sorry” and then try to buy my silence? My integrity is not for sale, asshole. And no one believes your little innocence sob story. There is no conceivable way that you can not notice that someone is sound asleep when you are having sex with them. About that email you sent around afterwards to everyone and their mother… you have no right whatsoever to bring up any disability I may or may not have to anyone. Nor does that excuse what you did, nor does it mean that I should have been fired instead of you (I don’t recall being the one charged with multiple felonies). Also, I’m very glad that you think you have the right to be bitter. No one else does. As for not wanting to go to jail, which you thought would be motivating enough for me not to call the police, I repeat: you should have thought of that earlier.
I have another question for you. Have you considered suing your brains for non-support?
To the impertinent flap-mouthed foot-licking bitch who claims that I “asked to be raped” by allowing a male into my room, concurrently claiming that this individual would “never do something like that”: ( )
Underneath your rude, inconsiderate, and overbearing exterior lies a total lack of character. You are a blood-thirsty moth-eaten psychopath. Anyone who told you to be yourself couldn’t have given you worse advice. You have alienated what few friends you had left by spreading this rumor, and I have made certain that everyone is aware that it came from you. I am at least glad that you have chosen to no longer speak to me. In response, I have an old Welsh saying for you. “Be silent as long as you like, never was there a feebler woman in her own wits than you have been.”