The easiest people to hurt are the ones we love.
Or something like that.

Hi politicians and serial killers.
See you all in hell.
Book me a room will you? The one with the awesome view of hell's famous dagat-dagatang apoy.

Really I shouldn't be out in public.
I should be alone.
I don't deserve anyone.
I have issues no one will ever understand about me, and I'm too ashamed to admit or explain.
I wasn't making excuses.
Issues or no issues I was wrong.
But I wasn't perfect, I'm not claiming I am, not even trying to be.
Still, but yeah, feel free to have the mega hump on me.
I don't know how to say sorry anymore.
The moment I said the words, I felt really bad.
I felt even worse when I realized how bad I am.

Me minus 2 friends.
But why did it feel like Me minus 2 bajillion friends?

I really do feel like I'm the worst person ever.
 
And then I think about the serial killers, and the former president and Hitler and those Ampatuan people.
They make me think twice actually.
But yeah, you know, we'll be roommates in hell. Along with Cady Heron and Regina George.

Please someone help me stop it with the crappy lines. It's annoying. I just don't want to cry anymore, I sound like a blubbering idiot when I cry and talk at the same time.


I feel super bad though.

But seriously seriously seriously. Regrets on everything.
It wasn't supposed to be this big.
I hate myself. That's the truth.