November 28, 2016, 6:51 pm — Two Days Before My Meeting with Prosecutors

Update. I know I feel something but I don’t know what it is. Fear? Maybe? Deeply sad for sure. Empty. Hollow. Yeah. There’s a part of me with a fire lit that is so finally ready for justice. But knowing the thing that I want so badly and that I feel is right and deserved is this person who I thought was my friend for so long to be punished is so depleting. I know. I know he’s not my friend. I know he never was. [redacted section], it is so calculated, cruel, and terrifying. If that isn’t a psychopath I don’t know what is. But one thing is without a doubt, no medical school degree necessary, and that is that is not what a friend does to you. It’s just not that easy to erase the false memories I spent so long defending and believing.

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