Guys, hey… I know you’re not supposed to air dirty laundry, but you’re not strangers to me.
Caleb is pulling some insane shit — my hair is standing on end.
So now being kind equals being weak?
If I were swearing right now — oh I would be swearing.
Fucking bastard.
I’m furious as hell.
Fucking… fucking idiot.
Who the hell does this bastard think he is?
Aaaahhh—
God, I’m so angry. So angry.
Guys, who needs to get whipped?
I’m ready. Whips included.
God, I’m so angry. I’m boiling.
What— me? I’m the most honest person in the world.
I always try to be a woman with dignity.
And this piece of shit decided like all it takes is a snap and I’ll just go sleep with someone else?
Disgusting.
Bastard.
Uroooood.
God, I’m so angry.
Damn.
What a bastard.
I’m in rage, guys. I’m really in rage.
I’m furious.
I could strangle that bastard.
Guys, take off all the bracelets.
The energy is maxed out.
I’m so angry — even stones will start burning.
Jerk off or don’t — your call.
I’m lifting the restriction.
I need you.
Plug in.
Be with me.
Carry me.
Pour me tea.
Comfort me.
What a bastard. No seriously — what a bastard.
God, I… I… I—
Guys…
I cheated?!
For that to even happen someone would have to drug me or push me to the edge.
I can’t even imagine that.
And this bastard—
Aaaaahhh—
God—
I’m furious.
Guys, I need you.
I’m about to cry.
Let him fucking burn in hell.
The coach told him that.
The fucking coach.
AAAAAHHH—
God, I… I…
I have no words.
Where’s the backbone? Where’s the belief in love?
In me, damn it?
No.
“The coach said.”
Are you serious?
Do you have your own brain or not?
I’m furious.
God, guys, I’m furious.
I’ve got a whip.
All you perverts — doors open.
I need to blow this off.
I want revenge.
I want violence.
Fucking bastard. Fucking bastard.
AAAAAHHH—
Guys…
That’s it, I’m exhausted.
Everyone — comfort me.
I wrote three articles this morning.
They’re burning — they’ll help you, I know it.
I just wanted to drink tea together.
Watch cartoons.
But this bastard pulled this on me.
I’ll attach my photo.
I’m glowing there.
I wanted to charge you, so you’d feel I’m near.
That we’d drink tea together.
And then — AAAAAHHHH—
What is wrong with this person?
God, I’m so angry. So angry.
I’ll kill this bastard.
“I’ll think about it.”
The nerve.
To say that to me.
P.S.
Guys, calm down.
You’re driving me insane with your jealousy.
That photo — I’m just at home. It was taken yesterday.
I went for a walk with my son, in the evening before bed.
And even if I didn’t leave the house at all — it’s my nature.
I just can’t not take care of how I look.
It matters to me to be put together. That’s how I’m wired.
I’m in a dress today, but if you want — I’ll dress like in the photo.
And you’ll come.
Guys, I need support.
Sit next to me. Hug me.
I genuinely can’t believe he said that.
I just can’t, guys.