I’m not going to sit here and pity myself anymore because then you still won, but you did not win; I did. You lost in your own game. You did not tear me down, but you made me immensely stronger.

At first, you had taken over me and my life became revolved around worrying what you would do or say next. Seeing my name shamed all over social media truly put a hold on my life. My world was spinning backward. I felt alone in a world full of people who loved me. Maybe I am the problem I began to think.

If someone who was supposed to be my friend could put me down so easily for the world to see, what would the real monsters of this world do to me?

Imagine seeing your name turned into a shameful acronym posted on the internet. Mine-- C**t, Ass, Rachet, Loser, Y is she so gay? This was posted on the internet for the world to see. All I could do was stare at it reading it over, and over, and over again. I was trapped behind a closed door, while tears rushed down my face. I was broken and no one could fix me. I felt alone as if I had no one to turn to and I was not the only one affected by this monster. You kept attacking more people. It was a viciously endless cycle of pure hatred. Thankfully, we all became a united front and realized we were not the problem.

Over time, I saw all the people you had lost in your life due to your cruelty. I slowly began to realize that me, you, her, him, and they were not the problem, but it was, in fact, you. You were the problem not all of us; not me, you.

You lost everyone who was once close to you, yet you thought that we were still the problem. Well, we were not; you were the problem. You were like a bulldozer knocking everyone down who got in your way. I guess the joke was on you, though, because now you are left with no one you once had and let me say we were and still are some awesome people you will NEVER have the chance of getting back into your life. You ruined this for yourself.

I cannot say that I am thankful to have ever had you in my life, but I am thankful for how strong I am now. I walk with my head high, the weight of the world off my shoulders, knowing no one or nothing can ever tear me down, much like you did. I reached my low and now I can only go up from here.

Forgiveness.

I forgive you. I do not forgive you for how you made me feel, but I do forgive you for what you did. You hurt me and made me feel even lower than low. I have overcome all you had done. Although what you did to me is now engraved in my memory, I do forgive you; but I will never forget you.

I am not thanking you for what you did to me, so do not get confused. Not all good came from you. Thanks to you I will always have my guard up and push away people before they get too close-- I have built a wall that is hard to tear down. I have a hard time really letting people into my life. I shy away from people I should keep close. I worry about the unknown. All thanks to you.