Drop Dead

Currently, I'm going through the motions of one extreme to the next - in rapid fire succession.

Recently, I found out why some cry baby hates me so much. As if i care, but for a second, I did. Not the fact that he hates me, but the fact that he told his friends about his unproven issue.

Hmmm... Maybe my anger issues has something to do with the fact that I need to be liked by almost everyone. Wahahahahaha! Nah... I'm happy with my friends. I don't need you.

Nah.

It doesn't matter, anyway.

I'll continue to be respectful of others, without showing any sign of hate towards those who glide by on life with their lips on pout mode, and the ability to fuck people over.

And, I'll continue repeating a phrase in my head to qualm the violent thoughts and keep the pot from boiling over:

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, drop dead.

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