I always say that i dislike it when people say they hate things about the world, because I think the negativity is pointless and un-needed. But in reality, I f****** hate the world, too. I hate it so f****** g******* much. I hate myself. I hate my how my mother treats me when i come around, though I’m afraid to afmit i actually hate her, herself. I hate you all. I just want to curl up and die, and f****** stop this throw up feeling in the back of my throat. I want to scream.