!!RANT!!

She probably won't read this so... No. I'm not sorry, I don't regret being rough. I don't regret treating you the way I did. Because, let's be real. We never should've been friends. Yes, it's only been months, but I can't help the way I became. I'll always be harsh, always judge, always criticize. So fuck you and fuck myself for ever trying to think people would like me. And fuck you for believing I would be a friend. I didn't originally plan on making friends in grade 7. Didn't plan on liking you. So fuck me for falling, for putting others down to lift myself up. What my skin can't take my hair does. So I'll cut it. I'll leave it short. Cause I don't have the kind of mom that would listen to your scars. I don't have the guts to physically hurt myself and others. So, I'll turn to words. To degrading people and bullying them. I don't want to be the villain, but it tastes *so good*, and I want to chase that feeling. I want to be in control. I want to be angry. I want to be EVIL. Make me the villain. Paint me that way, and I'll just pose. I won't change. I won't. It's not your fault. So stop *FUCKING apologizing* like it is. Leave me. It's for your own good. Forget me. Curse me. Even if I did once love you... ._.