I hate her, I hate everything, I hate life. I'm sick of all of this, everything has become so typical and I always know exactly what's going to happen. And of course it did. Fuck this. How on earth can the person who's in the wrong make me feel like shit, it's her fault. I haven't done shit. But of course it always has to be me, all my fault, I'm the one who has to suffer. Fuck that I want to die.