I hate him.
I hate him.
I HATE HIM! DAIKIRI!
him. jonathan. what's-his-face. damn him. damn him to the DEEPEST hells.
he acts as if he fucking KNOWS me. whatever. or us, for that matter (us being annette, tessa and the gang). He doesn't even KNOW ALL OUR NAMES. Fuck him.
Wait. scratch that.
he can FUCK HIMSELF.
i hate him.
i hate him so much.
i told him i wasn't.
he doesn't believe me, obviously, but that's his stupid little business. he can tell the whole world for all i care. he can tell bloody sensei for all i care. it's not like anybody would think i'm CAPABLE of doing such a thing. just because i'm 13. doesn't mean i'm not capable of breaking someone's heart. doesn't mean i'm not capable of killing someone. doesn't mean i'm not capable of having sex. doesn't mean i'm not capable of dying. doesn't mean i'm not fucking capable of going on a one-way train to HELL.
it doesn't.
don't underestimate me.
i won't care if i break your heart, because you are NOTHING to me. you're worth as much as singapore is on the world map. you're worth even less, in fact. you are an INSIGNIFICANT BASTARD.
what's wrong with my temperament? absolutely nothing.
what's my problem? you.
i hate everything i know about him. don't give me that holierthanthoujustcuzimfiveyearsolderphysicallybutfifteenmillionlightyearsyoungerthanyou crap attitude. it doesn't make you cool. it makes you look like a complete IDIOT.
i hate you, jonathan. i don't care that you're probably never going to read this (if you do, then all the better.), i'll say it again.
i hate you, jonathan.
i hate you so much.
-basket case
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