This is my final action I'll have here on DeviantART. I hope you see this. I hope you remember who i am, i hope you never forget. I hope other people see this comment and get to know who and *what* you are.
In fact, i'm going to make this detailed so that people really know.
Remember when i was just 13? I'm 20 now! It's 2020, and everything is awful! But i'm doing great, and i've been doing great, without you.
Remember all those times you called me worthless? Remember all those times you threatened to 0ff yourself if i stopped speaking to you, stopped giving you what you wanted to hear? Remember dismissing every single one of my interests as stupid and cringy no matter how dear it was to me, and Remember when i sent you pictures of me crying (because you didn't believe me), just so that you would stop hurting me? Abusing me? Scarring me?
I'm 20 now, and i'm in college for Graphic Design, and working towards having a steady freelancing gig on the side. I'm making a name for myself. I'm healing. Where are *you*?
I'm 20 now, and I have people who love me, and i have people who are so very dear to me. I remember when you were dear to me. A sick, twisted part of me still wishes you listened. A part of me that i try to swallow every day wishes you had changed. I know logically you haven't and that you never will. You can't change what you did.
Do you remember when i made you a birthday present, a poster with you drawn on it, and you called it sh!t? I still feel the effects of that. I still feel crippling fear that I'll make art for someone and they'll insult it. Remember when you made me cry by playing horrifying satan-core TF2 videos at full volume? I'm afraid of body horror now, especially related to 3d models. I can't watch 3d models warp and morph without feeling like I'll have a panic attack. Because of you.
I'm 20 now, and I'm still healing, and I'm still wishing every day that you're in Hell.
I'm 20 now, and I'm polite and courteous to everyone, something that you could never do. I learn slowly, because i learn by example, but one day I'll have a kid, and they'll be beautiful, and then i'll be their shining example. I'm happy that i can bring people joy, and that i want to bring people joy, and i wished i could've brought you joy, but you don't deserve it.
I was 13. Remember? And now i'm 20, and I'm worth something, and I'll always be worth something. I always *was* worth something. And I'll never lose sight of that fact no matter now much i live.
You'll never be able to hurt me again. Good riddance.