All of these posts are me trying and failing to let out all of my anger regarding Charlotte Fosgate and the situation surrounding it. The Before, the During, and the After that consisted of monsters mocking and celebrating the death of a child simply because she wanted to make her life her own.
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I'm bubbling over. 30 years compartmentalizing all of my anger and hatred just to try and avoid being an unbearable fuckface.
I'm used to it. Let me take it. Let me feel the hatred, and pain, and anger, and fear for those who don't deserve such things.