It happened once and was a culmination of several factors (finding my worth through the male gaze, thinking that I needed to test his love for me by hurting them, several other small reasons that don’t really matter in the end).

I went to one Pokemon card game tournament. I was eleven. I met an old, fat man who told me we’d play for keeps. Don’t know if I even knew the official rules, since my brother and I just made up our own version. He took all of my cards. If you’re reading this, old man, I hate you. You’re the fucking worst.

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