the world hates me
and so i hate the world too.
how do i know the world hates me,
you say.
to tell you the truth,
i just know.
isn't it just a piece a transparency
that the teacher writes on every lesson.
isn't that just some mirror-like thing
that mummsy uses to 'doll' herself up?
sigh.
the world hates me.
the pictures cannot upload.
the teachers ive homework.
the computer is stupid.
the group thing makes angela cry.
(because of a 'powerful' (so he thinks) teacher)
i hate this world.
my eyes are closing.
soon.
i need A PILLOW.
im dying.
the tears are dried
and i wanna cry.
LET ME SLEEP.
just one night of proper sleep will do.
is that too much to ask of this empty vast world?
NO.
