I could think of a thousand words to describe you.
Hypocrytical, vile, dispicable, narcasistic, hideous, cruel.
Thats six. Six because if I were to put two more sets of that number it would put what you really are. satanic.
You make me so sick I have to clamp my mouth shut to prevent from vomitting.
I often wonder if its hard for you to stand with no backbone.
I wanna slam your “prettier than any boy should be” face into a brick wall.
I want to take your poser jeans and cut them into tiny peices, than use them as lining for my hampsters cage.
You make me blind with fury.
I want to tell you. I want to grab you by the hair and scream how much I hate you in your stupid face, but I cant.
I can’t because when I see you, when you say my name, I freeze. Every bit of anger disapears, and I can barely say anything at all. I feel like you should never leave. I feel like I need you.
Some call it love..

I think maybe im retarded.
i think its sick.
I think I dont hate you at all.