i honestly think this world hates me. I hate it back. it doesnt really matter to me. I hate myself for being born. I kind of hate my parents for giving birth to me. I hate my friend for letting me in and out. i not even sure if they want to be my true friend or if this is just a pity act. i dont know if i have a purpose but i pretty sure i dont. in my opinion my stories are bad. i hate everything. i dont want to say this but the world be better without me. My friend freckin hates me and im kind of unsupportive