You can hate me for not saying I love you. You can hate me for not being able to express things the same way you do. You can hate me for the way I do things. You can call me a pathetic *****, a coward, worthless. Go ahead. I’ve probably heard it a thousand times and I started believing it a long time ago. Go ahead and insult me, my music, the way I talk, walk, breathe, live. Go right ahead and be my guest.

Go ahead and go to her, we all know she’s funnier, prettier, and she’s not a total ******* loser like me. That’s cool. It’s not the first time, everyone prefers her. Some people actually see who the better person is in all aspects - hint hint, it’s not me.

Go back to not thinking I exist. Forget my existence.