i hatei hate everything.i hate
i hate my mum, i hate my family. i hate my college, i hate my home. i hate my friends, i hate my enemies.
i hate my stories, i hate my art. i hate my body, i hate my personality. i hate what i hear, i hate what i say. i hate what i see, i hate what i do. i hate what i think, i hate what i dont think.
i hate all these things around and the things the arent around me. i hate the word love and i hate the word hate. i hate these words im writing, but i hate the words im not writing more.
i hate the way you make me feel and
Art ExplosionStory of a NobodyMatt sat alone in his bedroom, lights out and windows open. The cold, winter chill ran into the room and up his spine. He looked down at the reflection of the moon in the steel. The steel was even colder than he was. It was sharp. Straight and to the point. He placed the steel blade on his palm and closed his hand around it. He closed his eyes as he felt this familiar sensation run through his body. He felt a drip on his leg. It was a drop of claret liquid. It had landed and spread out, creating a distorted pattern. He opened his hand and dropped the blade onto his bed sheets. He stood up and turned towards his newly painted white wall. He plStory of a Nobody
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