It’s crazy how 2 years ago the person that made me the happiest would then proceed to ruin me, I still think I’m a piece of shit that shouldn’t exist. I still have suicidal thoughts, I think I’m obese, I think I’m stupid and that I’m just not good enough. I’m still paranoid that you’re just going to turn up at my work again and make me have a break down. I’m still terrified to go out in public in case I run into one of your “friends” again. I saw 2 of them in Guildford the other day and I had a panic attack and had to go home. But the worst of it all is I still care about you and love you. And for that I say fuck you toby. I’ve found love now, one that isn’t so twisted like it was with you. But what you did to me still affects me.