I hate everything. I hate you, you piss me off. I can't do this. No, I don't hate you. I hate myself. It's my fault. Nothing's going to work. I get nervous around you, scared if I'll say something wrong you'll think diffidently about me. I have so many feelings right now. I can't hold it in. But I can't tell you again, I can't tell anyone anymore.
I did it again. I shouldn't have, I've got to stop. I can't do it again. My wrist hurts whenever I do it. I can't do it. It's useless.
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees
