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Wednesday, February 14, 2007 / hate!!
everything's trapped inside me like a box. i wished i could help but i'm trapped. trapped in this never-ending problems and headache-ING questions that were shot like deadly weapons into my head. these problems caused by inconsiderate people. oh how i hate them. wish they'd never exist in this world. ugh! why don't inconsiderate people think? because they're inconsiderate, that's why. selfish people. think only of themself. stupid people. don't they think? don't they care?

i've bottled this up since i knew everything. i should'nt have bothered listening to your sickening never-ending stories. i should'nt have. but it's too late and i'm fated to know all this shit stuff. i pity them. they're innocent people. you won't change a bit cause you're you. they're lives change because of you. and also because of you, everyone is always unremittingly grim. stop this okay. just for the sake of the innocent ones. please. i'm begging.

you so don't deserve any sympathy.
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