I hate you. Probably more than anyone I've ever met I hate you I hate you so much I want to tattoo it on you Tattoo my hate In bright red ink Right on your forehead So everyday When you snicker at others They can see The hate I have for you So everyday When you look at the waste you call yourself in the bathroom mirror You can remember How you made my life hell How I never felt good enough Because of you I didn't fit in You called out all my flaws Made me feel like an idiot Talked **** about me And called yourself a Saint. Ha, no. You know, Even if you ever say sorry (Which you'll never get the chance to, Cause if you come face to face with me ever again You'll come face to face with cold concrete And a ****** face) I won't accept your apologies Never. Not a one. Because I hate you I want you to burn in hell Even if you become some great guy No I'll still hate you. Til the day I die I'll roll in my grave in hate I'll be on the other side of heaven STILL hating you You've ruined your own name for me If I ever meet another person with the same name I'll only see your face And hear your snickers And feel the hate I feel for you
Please, Do yourself a favor And *******.
Hatefully, The Freshman Girl You Tormented Your Senior Year
This is a hate letter (obviously) to the senior boy that I can't think about without pulling up a face of disgust. This boy made my life hell my freshman year of high school, making me feel like a idiot ****-up all the time. I'm so elated he graduated last year, and that I'll never have to see his stupid blue eyes ever again.