Go home.

It’s time for you to go back to depending on that rock you told the world you depend on, especially since you no longer have a touchstone.

You threw me (your touchstone) away when you took a piss in my face and took a shit in my front yard like the dog you use to cover your Facebook stalking habits.

YOU groomed me and gaslighted me for your own selfish, predatory entertainment and political advantage, while telling people I was your ‘touchstone’ to mask your true intent. Being a ‘nice’ predator doesn’t feel any better to your prey. You lied to me and my mother. You then threw it in my face, which resulted in me having a grand mal seizure.

Does it not occur to you that I am not the dangerous one in this soon-to-be-ended conversation? I am not the one who’s using power to crush the oppressed.

You are. And you’ve done it before, haven’t you?

You got the right one.

I love you enough to tell you the trutth.

Go back to your rock and your enabler circle for the upteenth time and claim you fucked up again. They’ll prop you up yet again. I’m sure your rock will heal you up once again while you bitch and moan about me being so mean to you and so ungrateful. She’s used to it by now.

You’ll find another victim soon enough. You got what you wanted from me, and now it’s time for you to hunt for fresh prey.

You clearly fed well on my flesh and disposed my bones in the trash.

I’m no longer waiting to see if you’ll ever learn to be anything other than a lying, self-centered predator.

Stop coming to my blog for food.

You are not my primary audience, and you will not be fed here.

If I see you in the real world I will avoid you like I avoid all the other trumpites looking for shelter.

Use that rock you used to sleep next to.