Really.

It's sad I guess. Some things I just can't not hate.

Like people who complain about being alone.

**** YOU.

Or people who are two faced

YEAH GO **** OFF NOW.

PEOPLE WHO STAB ME IN THE BACK. PEOPLE WHO EXPECT MY HELP- I don't understand it. A mess. A big mess.

I am very tired. Very very tired of everyone. I have a lot of bad thoughts-

I'm so tired of everyone.

I try to be nice. I try to function. Then they metaphorically SPIT IN MY FACE.

I'm practically done.

I'm done with being told I am a bad person. With being told I am heartless. That I am strange. That I am demented. That I am weird. That I am gross. That I am disgusting. Ugly. That I am wrong.

I am tormented. Everyone has played a part in it.

Tired of the games. Should I just play the role of the villain at this point. It's almost like I should learn to get pleasure from hurting others. What does being nice get me. Friendless and alone and told that I suck at being a person. A vicious whirlwind and people love to shove the things that hurt me right in my face. My self-esteem torn asunder.

I am me.

I'm bad at being nice. It's like that line from Wreck-it-Ralph.

"I'm bad and that's good. I will never be good and that's not bad. There is no one I'd rather be than me."