mid-Aprilish 2026, while vacationing at Grippy Sock Manor after my embarrassingly public manic episode
6 / 10, numb
*** TRIGGER WARNING ***
mentions of CSA
i. hate. you. IRIS,
i’m no longer scared of you.
i hate you iris.
i hate hatred, yet i still can’t help but to hate you anyway;
i thought the memories would stay back in my hometown.
the reminders of my past contorted themselves and became my shadow, persistent and on my tail.
when you decided i was a woman, did you have to obliterate my princess crown?
above all, i hate your magnetic damn eyes
at one point, they memorized every curve of my body.
i, however, had been assigned to be your family
so then why did everything with you feel disgusting and naughty?
aside from the color of your eyes, i hate when they lurk;
you’ve always wanted to pry your dirty hands around me.
i’m not sure if you ever did physically – but
when you looked at me, what did you see?
i hate how you always want to be included;
you act as though the past never happened.
you’ve made me hate you and parts of my own life
why does your perversion snap each of my identities?
i hate that you want to love my daughter now;
but honestly, you should be free to love her.
you are her *R*******E* after all
but what would i do if i even thought you might hurt her?
i’m unsure, but to be extremely direct, iris lynn fuck face,
if you ever lay a mothafuckin hand on her,
or even quickly glance her way with ill intent;
i promise you, your ass is mine.
i am so, so, so not sorry; don’t fail to take this hint.
fuck you IRIS.