I bet you have no idea what you have done, what you took away from me on that day, what you continue to take away from me. I wish I could face you today. I wish I could make you feel as ashamed and scared and broken as you made me. I wish I could look you dead in the eyes and demand the tiniest shred of remorse that I have so desperately wished you would feel for all these years.
To this day the word hate is reserved only for you. And for myself. Because your actions continue to define who I am in my thoughts, in my words, in my actions. You haunt every waking moment of my days and every dreadful dream of my nights. You make me feel weak. You make me feel broken. You make me feel unlovable.
But you have not won. Because my story is not over yet. I'm still fighting and working and trying and LIVING and one of these days, I'll face you again. They say that success is the best revenge, and I can't wait to show you how true they are. I can't wait to show you that although you think you have one, the game is not over. I can't wait to show you that despite your actions, I am a successful and happy person and I have a life worth living. I can't wait to look you in the eye as you're charged for the crimes you've committed. I can't wait to watch you get sentenced in court.
I'm coming for you, you son of a bitch. —Your worst nightmare

So I'm taking the sex survey, leering at my screen as fond and tragic memories come flooding back... and then a frown creases my face. The questions start getting really weird, like having someone walk in on you or you them... well how about neither! If you hear grunting don't open the bloody F'in door!! Why isn't there an option for neither!?! OR tell your partner to go to the gym or have a threesome.. how in the sweet bloody shit are those two even connected? and again why isn't there a neither option, or how about both!! It's like asking if you've ever breathed air or smoked crack in the same question, it's idiotic if you want to get any useful answers! Did they get some ten year old drunk and have him point to different words on a piece of paper to determine what words they'd use in the questions? Second thing I have a problem with is that it seems to be geared towards college people, the questions are about hookups and dating apps, they are a big part of the single sex life but where's the marriage/long relationship sex questions!? I know you go for a target market coast but you don't have to be twenty, single and in college to be having sex!! —Sex Survey Sux Slightly

A year ago, you broke my heart. It still hurts. I guess you had your reasons. Don't we all. And you've apologized, at least for some of it. But I can't forgive you. How could I? What you did is still hurting me. A god damn year later and IT STILL FUCKING HURTS. I wish you'd leave so I'd never have to see your lying, arrogant, self centered face again. And no, of course I won't be your friend. I don't know how you ever convinced yourself that would be the case. And if you ever change your mind and try to come back, (and I wouldn't put it past you) you'd better keep it to yourself, because I will smack that idea right out of your selfish head. And then I'll go on a lovely date with the person I'm with now. A person who cares about something other than herself. You could learn a thing or two. —Angry that you can still hurt me.

It's been so long, and the dentistry students have opened the world up to a new level of misogynistic behaviour in public. —Ryan

As the result of that false report to HRP about me you had your friends make, undercover cops showed up to question me for suspicion of dealing drugs out of my apartment . You did threaten revenge if I fucked you over,yet from day 1 you lied to me about whom you're friends were...As a result, HRP have a file on me because you people broke the law not me. —Laugh it up Bitches.

To the black guy that assaulted me at 830am on Summer Street Wednesday morning, and damaged my bicycle. Go to anger management. You need help. I banged on your window because you were putting my safety at risk when you tried passing me aggressively with no space between my bike and your car. All for what, to save you the extra one or two seconds before you got to the cars in front of me? It's a narrow road. What were my options? Am I supposed to turn on my magical rocket jets and fly into the sky so you can save two seconds? Were you really in that much of a hurry? I didn't damage your car. But you destroyed my bicycle. It is currently being repaired, thanks to credit cards. I am a student, I have no money. I can't even afford to buy food and I was just about to turn onto college street to go get dental work at Dal. You got out of your car, shoved me off my bicycle, unprovoked. I tried to talk to you calmly. I tried to explain that I didn't hurt your car, that I only banged with a gloved open hand, on the window, because you were driving me into parked cars as you tried passing me. I have served you coffee probably 200 times or more. You always seem in a rush when you leave. I've never seen you smile, so perhaps your life has difficulties in it that I don't know of. I've greeted you as friendly as I could each time. My goal in life is to try to make people happier. What is it in life that makes you lash out at innocent people? I am charging you with assault, and I am charging you for damaging my bicycle. It's an expensive bike, and my only transportation. You damaged my wrist, and now I need to miss classes. I hope you get some help for your problems. Your woman seemed very nice. She tried to stop you. We all tried to stop you calmly. You let your anger spiral out of control for what really wasn't anything to get angry over. Take responsibility for your actions. See you in court. —Assaulted Cyclist

Banking can be this uncomfortable. Prepare to be screwed again and again. This time it is a new fee for transferring your Mutual Fund. Not 10 bucks, not 20, but 75 Canadian dollars. Prepare for insertion on March 31. —FUFI

While I do enjoy a good cup of joe when early for a job interview please pay more attention to your dairy experation dates/ counter time. Your man bun sporting,dated music taste and lack of customer care may or may at fault for my vommit after visiting your otherwise very nice establishment. not super pissed but watch the dairy bro?man? commrad? whatever you man bun people call eatchother. —don't like wasting coffee

I guess this is more of a bitch at myself. I found a bus pass the other day. I was the only person sitting in that particular area of the bus, and figured that it had been left by a previous, long gone rider. I put the pass in my pocket and took it home. I attempted to search for the person on Facebook to send them a message letting them know I had it and that I could pick it up, but I couldn't find them. Why the fuck didn't I do the right thing and turn it into the bus driver? I feel terrible now that I have this bus pass belonging to someone who may be struggling financially. Not sure what to do to make this right but I feel incredibly guilty and angry with myself for not just handing it in to a bus driver. I guess part of me thought that the person would likely never claim it, and that it would go to waste. That's me just trying to make myself feel better, I suppose. —Riding free and guilty for the rest of the month

Libraries are places to read, to study, to enrich oneself. They aren't malls. They aren't hang-out spots for you and your loud, obnoxious, inconsiderate friends. Is library etiquette dead? Did it die between the time the Spring Garden Library closed and the Halifax Central Library opened? I'm conflicted on which should be the quietest floors. On the one hand the second floor (the children's floor) is currently, constantly and tragically filled with screaming, rioting, flailing children. WHY? WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? This is the time and the place for them to be taught not to be a screaming ear-terrorist. This is the place and time for them to learn respect for libraries. But, on the other hand, EVERY OTHER FLOOR is filled with adults (or people old enough to be acting like them) and for the LOVE OF GOD, those people should know by now the proper way to act in a library. As much as I love to see the new Halifax Central Library filled with hundreds of people—to see it brimming with life and activity—I honestly cannot wait for the glossy honeymoon popularity of it to wear off and the dedicated, respectful, quiet die-hard academics, bibliophiles and otherwise courtesy-quiet to give the space the respect it deserves. And for me to be able to read a god damn book without wearing headphones. —Where have the shushers gone!?