Nothing's going to resolve this, and it won't get better on its own. You're no more than a helpless witness to it over and over again. Crawling on the same floor.
I'm going to wear you down, cuck, I'm going to break you, I'm going to make you beg for mercy, and then I'm going to deny it to you, because that's what you deserve, that's what you want, and I'm the one who gets to give it to you.
I know what's always on your mind. Everything that once was just a shadow, just a trick of the light, just a far-off noise. Turn on the lights, write it down, make a log, see your doctor.
