I posted a while ago about the crazy abusive ex I split up with. It now seems like my lift is crumbling around me. I've got a good job, live comfortably with two close friends and have a loving family. I was told earlier this week that my ex's crazy roommate was poking holes in condoms for an extended period of time. Some of my friends knew. They laughed. Called me a spoiled piece of shit despite that I've paid my way since I left my parents house around a year ago. I pay all my bills. They still live with their parents.

I don't know who it is. Some of my high school friends I used to talk to found my account and laughed about how I was sexually abused. Mentally tormented. I got wind of this during a time period where I was extraordinarily suicidal. The people in what was my group of "friends" who knows my ex's roommate kept this secret from me. I only have four people I actually trust but even when they try to help, all I see is red.

I gave my boss my pocket knife and left work. I know if I found this person, I'd kill them. I can't do that and fuck my life up.

Help. I've lost it.

God damnit people are pieces of shit. Women and men. It's hard knowing what haunts me the most isn't what I've experienced- it's what hasn't happened to me yet. Fuck these people, fuck these liars and fuck human nature.