Hate is totally NOT a strong word.

You know what? You, yes. YOU. If you think this is pointed at you, well, it might, it might not. Don't think too much or else your fragile brain will break. Seriously, totally not kidding. I need to vent my anger, my frustrations and every of my emotions so stfu if you can't understand my feelings. You probably can't anyway. FML.

Back to the topic, yeah you. I had enough of this damn thing. I had enough of you guys. I had it with this last thing. You don't fucking treat me like some kind of doll, you got that, stupid bitch? I treat you as a friend before I love you as one, but it doesn't mean that you can mess around with me as if I am a doll. Fuck. You. Standing up for you was the worst thing I could had ever done, but no, I do not feel regret, I only feel remorse. Regret is for the bitches and bastards that doesn't think so get that into your freaking head.

If you think you're the only one who suffered from it, get your head out of your ass before I strangle you with my bare hands and stab you with my knife cause obviously you're not the only one who is hurting from this. If you seriously think that you are, well, You. Are. Fucking. Blind. But if you're smart enough, you'll had already noticed that I started drifting ever since that. And no, I'm not going to let you get any closer anymore. You don't know me as well as you think. I don't know how I feel so stop pretending to be.

I'm sick of this, I tired of this mask that I had to put on no matter where am I. In school, in church, even in my own fucking house so if you think I'm being truthful with you, you really need to go see a doctor. And no, the voice and words that I had said to you on the phone, was a total bullshit. I never was okay, and you should know that, and the worst thing I had heard was 'forgive and forget'. Get your brain screwed in right, if I had done that a long time ago, do you think I would ran away? Do you think I would try suicide? DO YOU EVEN THINK THAT I'LL TURN OUT LIKE THIS?? Apparently you do not think.

FML because you're there to screw up the day for me.
FML because you're not there to comfort me.
FML because you don't even know I'm upset for you and because of you.
Basically, just FML.

SCREW YOU BITCHES. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. GO ROT IN HELL. I. DON'T. GIVE. A. FUCKING. DAMN. ANYMORE.