I feel sick
Sick of school, sick of friends. Things just build and build, every ones in a bad mood. Every ones got problems now. No ones talking any more. 2 more days, 2 more days to fight the masses. 2 more days till I don?t care. No more angst, no more gossiped. I hate it all. People just forget how to get along over night. My names bob, and I had a bad day. It must be your fault. Must I care any more? Fix my problem, and ill show no credit. Help me out and I never return it. To each his own. To each myself. O me, to my own side of things, to my own anger at all. My anger will join, join the many and grow. No
I do not like hate, nor to I know of its advantage. Hate = pain, pain is appealing to some people. Not me, I wish not to grow with this custom.
And it pains me, to say I hate people.