No one seems to understand just how bad things were.

They ignore what I fucking had to go through. That girl put me through a lot of shit.

Pity and forgiveness are fine, and yes I wasn't completely innocent: but don't turn it around and blame it all on me.

You don't know the situation, you don't know everything I went through and everything that happened and every choice I made and why.

If you were in my shoes? Maybe you wouldn't judge me for my limp.