Everything truth be told. I wake up, I look in the mirror, I hate my face. I put makeup on, I look in the mirror. I hate my face. I go to school, I get assigned too much homework, I hate school. I pretend to be interested in what people in my classes say, I hate them. I go to church, I listen, I hate the hypocrites at church. I eat dinner. I hate food. I work out. I step on the scale. I cry. I hate the scale.
When did I start hating everything? I have always hated everything. Its nothing new, just now I hate more things then I did at the beginning. You can say that I'm just depressed or "angry" or whatever other adjective my family chooses to call me.
But I'm not. I just refuse to put up with the world's bullcrap. So sue me, but why should I?
Why should I be nice and laugh at these idiots? I just don't really get the point.
Sorry.
"If I die and go to hell real soon it will apppear to me as this room"
