Hate? Hatred? Abhor? Loathe?
That's what the world thinks of me.
It hates me to the point that I found HATING MYSELF.
I don't know why, but I guess I am just damn lucky to be cursed.
I hate myself, I hate men, I hate my family, I hate all the people living on Earth. I hate the world as much as how it hates me.
I'm no good to others. I'm good at being bad.
I just don't know...
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"Mads, what the hell is your problem?" My problem is you. Shit. You don't know what's going on.
I blankly stared at him.
"You bug me! Get lost." A cold voice came out of me.
He gave me no choice..
I was a fool.
