"When you turn a blind eye to injustice, you are a perpetrator."

An 11-word love letter to a man who could've stuck up for me & chose not to.

You knew.

You knew.

You knew, and you did nothing.
You knew, and you could’ve done something.
You knew, and you chose not to do anything.

I hate you.

Or at least…

I feel so fucking angry with & betrayed by you.

What happened was not my fault.