Fuck you. Hounding my heels since I was a little kid. I’m a fucking adult and still can’t shake you, can’t grow out of you, can’t logic you away. This cycle is a bad one and I don’t need it right now. You’re poisoning my relationship, hindering my education, making me doubt myself, keeping me exhausted after 12 hours of sleep, won’t let me have a moment’s peace without hate and anger, keeping me afraid of my friends, afraid of strangers, afraid of myself.
I hate you more than I hate myself, and that is saying something.
So Fuck You.