i hate high school.
i hate him. i love him.
i don't know what i'm even doing.
i don't know anything.
i'm so stupid.
i hate my life.
i hate him. i love him.
looking in the mirror makes me cry, because i hate what i see.
guess i'm not such a fucking perfect child anymore.
i never thought things would get this bad.
i never knew i would change this much.
look at what i'm doing.
smoking weed. drinking. cutting.
when will they realize i'm nothing?
fuck this.
god.
and no one loves me.
i'm so jealous of everyone.
and i hate this.
and i hate looking at my wrists.
and i love it.
and i hate him. i love him.
i'm so restless.
and i hate this.
and i dont want to be here.
but do i even have a choice anymore?
gotta please the people.
i hate my parents fighting
all the fucking time.
i just want them to LEAVE.
i just want to leave.
fuck this.
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