You're a spoiled brat.
Daddy's always bought you everything.
Expensive clothing, expensive phones, expensive holidays.
Daddy's cash even bought you friends.
You think those girls actually like you?
You think they can't see your spiteful ways?
They're there for the $3 macaroons or souvenirs you gift them.
You think anyone who does not wish to hang out with you is below you.
You treat them like dirt.
Every time I say Hi to you, you completely ignore me,
as though I'm not even worth your time.
You only hang out with the 'pretty' girls,
or rather, your definition of pretty.
Underweight while wearing revealing clothing.
I've had enough of you.
Wake up or you'll eventually have no one else and you'll be left on the curb, alone.
But,of course, you'll always have your designer shades!
That's a relief, isn't it?

I see the text you sent me regarding the holiday homework we received.
That's all you ever wanted from me.
Academics.
Just because , and I'll admit,
I score well in tests,
does not mean that I want to help you.
That was why you used me.
You used me and threw me away.
Not before stabbing me in the back.
I trusted you,
I did.
You know what?
I hate you.
I don't hate anyone.
You bring out the worst in me.
***** you.
***** you
I'm done.
I'm done trying to make things right,
I'm done trying.
I'm done.

A question that lingers on my mind is,
What is death?
Can it be considered a salvation?
Escape from this earth?
Or is it a curse,
bringing us to a worse place?
Is there even heaven and hell?
Where did we come from.
If your answer is evolution or, any other theory,
where do we go after we die?
Do we hang around in the timeless boundaries of nothingness?
Or is there something else waiting for us.
I guess I'll find out when I die,
but, by then,
It'll be too late.