I hate you. I hate you and all of your friends. W, S, B, and whoever the f*** you hang out with. You make every waking moment of my existence at that f****** pathetic excuse of a school they call the best around. You all already know that I struggle with my feelings constantly, that I can’t take a joke, that I have issues that started ever since I came to this s***** city. Forgiveness and feinting ignorance at you just won’t work for me. I hate you and even thinking about the fact that you’re alive and breathing irks me so much I want to smash my head in. Why make life harder for other people even though it’s this hard already? You’re going to fail in life. You’re never going to succeed at anything you do. I know for a fact what you’ve done. I don’t want you to stop hurting me, but I also want to hurt you. I want you to suffer and I want you to die. I hope that you break your legs again and get paralyzed. I hope your homes burn down so you stop tormenting me. I hope you get Covid-19 and die slowly. I just wish that you’ll realize that I will eventually do something to stop you. Maybe I’ll set you alight? Maybe I’ll brandish a knife and threaten to stab myself? Maybe I’ll just end it right there in front of you? I want you to suffer and die.