Im so sick. of. this. bullshit.

I hate everything. I hate you and this bloody blog. I hate that stupid noise msn makes when you get a message. I hate the fact that my mobile keeps on ringing, but i never bother to pick it up. I hate my parents, for arguing and arguing, and then acting as if I am some sort of distributor of advice. Mother, i dont want to hear bad things about my father, and father, i hate the fact that you never ever listen. I hate the fact that im really thirsty but im too lazy to get up and get some water. I hate the song im listening to, shes out of tune, the guitarist is an amatuer. I hate the fact that i went to london dungeons when i was 12, and watched that show. I didnt sleep for two months after that, and would wake up in the middle of the night crying. I hate the show thats coming on tv. I hate the girl who's prettier than me and the one who's smarter than me too. I hate everyone, every single person. I hate you for not bieng there when i needed you the most. When i was lying on the floor, you stood amongst the crowd of people and watched on. I hate the mosquito who keeps on biting me and i hate myself for giving in and scratching the spot where the mosquito last conquered. I hate the fact that the socks that im wearing are slightly wet from the bottom and that im feeling really really cold right now. I hate the fact that i never told the one person who i loved how i felt, because i was so wrecked by the idea of rejection. I hate the fact that in the afternoon you told me you were coming with me, but then i saw you sit in someone elses car. I hate them for never telling me how they felt, and then them blaming me for never figuring it out. I hate typing this all out, when no one is going to read it, and no one cares enough.

I hate myself.
Sometimes.