What are you saying, that no matter how old and ugly I turn out to be, you'll always remember me as someone whom you and other multimillionaires and too many other people and institutions to count have criminally violated without remorse for a decade?
I really did have to live with this abuse to the age that I am now for all of you to begin to believe that I never asked for it, didn't I? Only the loss of my beauty as the years of tormented isolation siphon off my life is beginning to make you realize.
There continue to be no consequences for you or for anyone else who has participated in this nightmare, and all of you continue to take no responsibility for putting a stop to it. You're only starting to feel a little bad because I'm really starting to look old. Maybe you still don't think that you did something wrong; maybe all you're feeling is pity.
Do you know that I knew it would be like this? I had a premonition that I would be persecuted into old age, that nothing would stop my being targeted for these crimes until the people perpetrating them have wrung every last bit of vicious enjoyment from them.
Maybe even that isn't it. Maybe you're just feeling old next to Harry Styles, and what my experience is of living like a trapped animal continues to be of no relevance as far as you're concerned.
