He can break his word easily. Written proof of that too, for all the doubting fuckers out there.
He will not break my will so easily as he breaks his word.
He chose for us to be enemies and attacked me.
He wanted me to disappear into the silent graveyard where shit therapists like him send the clients like me who they don’t like anymore.
Killing me wasn’t the way to end a therapy story. It was the way to make a therapy story that will never end.