Period.

I'm pissed. I hate her.

I hate them. All of them.

I can't wait to get out of here.

I don't need them.

I don't need anyone.

I'm pissed... and I'll regret this tomorrow.

But for now. I hate everyone.

I hope she doesn't come home.

Because I'm sick of cleaning up her messes

and getting in trouble for stupid shit.

My efforts are overlooked

because of stupid shit.

Stupid fucking shit.

This is me.

Full of hate.

Acrimonious.

Bitter.

2 more years.

I'm gone.

God, I hate being on my period. I get pissed off... then I realized that I'm being angry for stupid reasons, so I end up being pissed at myself and being filled with so much self-loathing. Right now I kind of hate people. Not all people, but a handful of people. I could make a list of them, but I won't because as soon as I hit "Publish Post" I know I will hate myself even more and feel terrible... but I won't delete it because... I just don't want to delete it, but I probably will. At this point it's hard to tell... so I'm going to go and imagine myself destroying her room after I've cleaned it for her arrival because I know she won't even care or notice otherwise.