@Emi-Is-Not-Sure™
I regret every moment. I never did before, but now I do. If I had known the sassy yet sweet M's-Moral-Depression would've become a condescending, egotistical narcissist, I would've never been there to greet you. If I had known prior about the times you left me to rot, how you looked down upon me and framed me to be the villain, I wouldn't be here.
It's quite obvious I was nothing to you, and I still am. But do I give a fuck? No.
You have become a goddess on this site, you look down upon your realm of writing with glee, smiting those who dare challenge you. I've seen it. It's there.
You're so hostile, so, so hostile. What are you afraid of?
I'm not a good person, but at least I had the balls to change. You look down upon everyone else's problems, none of these people mean shit to you. You lack empathy, your eyes are filled with disgust. Look at what you've gained, look at who you are. Are you happy?
You think you've had it the worst, self-centered, whether unknowingly or not. Their stories, their problems, they mean nothing to you. Even those you say you're close with, do you really care?
You sat by and watched, you watched it all.
See, I sat below your throne, trying to please you, change who I was to fit your standards. I noticed the treatment, I lashed out. I don't regret my actions.
See, you thought it was about you. You thought I deleted my account because of you. My life doesn't revolve around the person who abused me for eight months.
I want to burn all my memories with you.
@ThatBackgroundSlytherin
You're the dad of the site, or well used to. See, I always was fond of you. You cared, but everyone has their flaws.
You are the hypocrite. You sat by at Emi's side and watched your site burn. You reached out to me, saying "We're just your friends" after you stood by, doing nothing about anyone's problems. You never cared. You're gone now, dealing with your own life, and that's fine.
But that does not excuse the treatment I was put under.
We all have our stories, we all have our problems.
All because you see me as something under you, does not mean my problems matter less.
You may have seen my face, you may have heard my voice, but you don't know my story.
I'm tired of chasing after my abusers, wanting their attention. Maybe this is all my fault to begin with, but I digress.
I already see what you're going to say, that I was "begging for your pity". Ahaha… I never wanted your fucking excuse for "pity". I wanted a fucking friend.
But it's clear you can't handle something like that.
I will no longer apologize. The last bits of the Connie you once knew have engulfed in flames.