I HATE YOU, PLEASE DIE.

I HATE YOU. I HATE THE WAY YOU DRESS. I HATE THE WAY YOU TAKE UP SO MUCH SPACE. I HATE HOW RUDE YOU ARE. I HATE HOW YOU HAVE NO SELF CONTROL. I HATE EVERYTHING YOU HAVE TO SAY. I HATE THE WAY YOU LISTEN TO THE SAME TWO SHITTY EMO SONGS OVER AND OVER AND OVER. I HATE HOW YOU CAN'T DO A SINGLE GODDAMN THING WITHOUT RUNNING IT BY THE IMAGINARY AUDIENCE IN YOUR HEAD. I HATE HOW YOU NEVER PICK UP AFTER YOURSELF UNLESS YOU'RE IN A SHARED SPACE WITH OTHER PEOPLE. YOU LIKE DRIVING AROUND A MOBILE GARBAGE DUMP? YOU LIKE THAT? I HATE HOW PRETENTIOUS YOU ARE. I HATE HOW YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT. I HATE HOW YOU CAN'T EVEN KILL YOURSELF RIGHT! I HATE HOW I HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU 24/7. I HATE YOU. PLEASE DIE.