Live. Time for another rousing game of Lets Hate Brittany. And I'm the one who loses in this game. Because I know I'm fat and I know I'm worthless so STOP TELLING ME, ALREADY. STOP ******** HATING ME. STOP IT. STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT. I can't stand the voices I'm hearing, I can't stand wanting to see my own blood pouring from my wrists and I can't stand hearing all of these words being thrown at my ears and me taking them in, and not even wanting to. I don't even want to anymore. Just make it all ******** stop. I hate him. I hate what he did to me, I hate the way he treated me, I hate him. I don't want him back. I want something new. Something healthy for me and something thats good for me to love. I don't want any more drama. I just want everything to die so I can have a fresh start. I hate you. I hate you, Brendon, and I want you to know that. I hope someday you'll be happy without me, but I HATE YOU. I want to kick you in the balls so hard that you can't have babies. Just leave my brain alone. Don't look at me in the hallways. Don't bother. Don't do anything to me. I DON'T WANT YOU. Don't want me, because I'm only going to hurt you. Remember, I'm depressing. And remember, I make you feel trapped. And caged and all of that other s**t. So why in Davey's name would you want me anyway? All I do is cry and be emo, right? Thats it, right? So whatever.
You threw me away so I'm getting over you and I don't want you anymore. Don't look for me.
Should be on your shoulders...
