I hate what you did.

There is still so much anger and grief about what you did. Sometimes, I delude myself into believing that I've reached some level of acceptance and resolution, and then it slams into me again and knocks me down. I fucking hate all of you for spying on me, for fucking with something personal and private, and for completely fucking up my life when I turned around and acknowledged what you were doing and tried to stop it. I hate you. I hate what you are, what you represent. And I hate you especially - whichever one of you had a sliver of conscience, a bad feeling that you shouldn't be messing with a private citizen, shouldn't be hacking my phone and fucking with my personal relationships, and who didn't speak up and try to stop the rest of the team from doing it anyway. Fuck you.