Today I was likened to a demon. I was called a pig. A stupid ass. Then a martyr. Then a thief.
I am not shitting you. The accusations flew in from nowhere, disguised as pings from a pal. I thought this was over. Maybe it won't ever be.
The temptation to respond was palpable. Given such ripe material, who could resist? But that would only drive the knife deeper into an ever open wound.
Funny thing is, she is right about one thing. I am part demon. Sometimes, evil feels good.
Henry Fuseli, 1781
