The combined hatred of all the world could not even accumulate to half of the hatred I keep for myself. Is there really any point in doing any of these stupid things I do? All most of them do is provide temporary happiness and make an attempt to keep my from breaking down. But what's the point in sustaining this life when all it'll ever be is the story of a hairy hooknosed immature little fucked up girl who can't talk to people. Fullstop. And a fat lot of help it's been, stopping me from breaking down, eh? Wtf am I doing now then? Skipping along the sidewalks? I hate myself and all that goes along with it. Yeah, call me cliche, it wouldn't even be close to being in my top 1000 insults. Why can't I ever get ANYTHING right? Literally. Anything. Never in my entire life have I done anything good, and I am not exagerating. I can't even BREATHE right, I'm breathing like I'm having a panic attack and I can't see properly through my teary clogged up eyes. Goodbye for now.