An Open Letter to the Monster in the Shorts at 3am

There are so many words to describe how I am feeling at this moment and not a one of them possessing positivity or the magnitude with which I am feeling them. I am irate. Livid. Disgusted. Appalled. Morose. Slightly traumatized...only slightly. I think the slightly part is what bothers me most. I have always maintained a certain level of naivete' about other people. "People are inherently good. People when put into certain situations will always do the right thing. People who are sick in the head had it rough and need help." I have been proven wrong time and time again and yet this unwavering faith in humanity has given me strength. Now my strength comes from somewhere else...someplace dark and sinister and somehow I knew this day would come and somehow...I am not surprised. I have never maliciously done anything to another human being. Do unto others and what not. I was raised by a powerful and independent woman who taught me the ways of the world and that you don't need to harbor a bitter and destructive attitude just because wrong has been done to you. At this moment, all I want is for the man who I had the unfortunate "run-in" with last night, (yes you, you weak, sick, tiny dicked fuck who feels good about what he did or else why the fuck in any sense would you do it), to become some big and bad mans girlfriend for the rest of his diseased and tormented life. I hope you live forever you cocksucker with holes in you that shouldn't be and the feeling of fear at every flash of movement or wink of an eye. What right do you have? Who or what gave you the right to do that to someone else? If you're deranged, clearly, you should be executed from the first inception of your heartless and fucked soul. I don't care about your childhood. I don't care that you can't get laid. I don't care that not even your personality will inspire someone to relate to you. I don't hate and I don't wish evil deeds to be done, but you...you are something else. The worst part is that you'll never know the effect you had. You bolt, pleased as pie with your actions, not concerning yourself with how you've wrecked another human being. How do you live with that? How do you live with yourself? Who raised you and why is she allowed to exist? Why are you? I wouldn't wish this experience on anyone ever and if there is anything else I could do to make sure you feel responsible for what you've done and that this never happens to anyone again...I will do it. There is so much to do in the world and you spend your days affecting woman negatively, and for what? You selfish, maniacal piece of worthless trash. You disgust me in a way I have never felt disgust. My lesson? I have yet to know. I do know that you don't deserve life if you attempt to destroy that of another. I despise humanity because of your actions and that is the unfairest part of it all. How do you slip under the radar so? How has no one pulverized you into oblivion? Why could I not? I am bred to be gentle, loving, and generous. How dare you attempt to take that from me? This is how you spend your days? I want more so much more than I will probably ever have and this, THIS is what your hours consist of? You don't deserve my thoughts or time and yet I can't shake these images of your horrid, abominable actions. I hope you are caught and the police do as I requested with your carcass. You are a shell of everything that is wrong with our society and I hope you perish without anyone ever loving you. The images of what I Should have done or been able to do will haunt me, but you, You Will Not Be Remembered.