I'm done.

I dont want to go back.

I dont want to deal with them anymore.

I dont want to fake polite.

I dont want to deal with the down talk.

I dont want to deal with the whispers.

I'm finished.

If it was ok to strangle them. I would. I would do it in a heartbeat.

I am just sick of it.

Sick.

Tired.

I hate going there.

I love my girls, I love the other kids I work with.

I hate them.

I cant fix it and I hate that more.

I hate.

hate

hate

hate

I dont know what to do.

I dont know how to cope.

I dont know how to deal with them.

I hate them.

Can I say that again?

I hate them.

It has transcended disgust.

It is hate.

From the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes I hate them.

I cant do anything about it, so I am just going to hope they go to hell.

Pray to god that they go to hell. That they die soon, and go to hell.