i hate it.

and i hate you.

when my wings come out,

you'll never see me again.

you fucking think that i want to do all this shit, having to practically fucking beg you for any piece of fucking shit that i want. seriously, there hasn't been any fucking things you got for me because you fucking want to.

fine. what i want is all shit. they don't give a fucking way to help save the world or any shit.

fucking protect yourself from all imaginary monsters for all i care.

i fucking hate the media. there's a reason why they write all the crap, sensationalize them so that you'll buy the fucking papers. you think that's all the fucking shit that happens in the world only? hah.

live in your own fucking deluded world, thinking that the whole world's gonna take a fucking bite out of your ass.

believe me when i say, the world doen't fucking care.

don't think you're so fucking big to the fucking extent that everyone's paying fucking attention to you, and is gonna fucking backstab you the moment you turn your fucking back.

must have been some fucking shit you've done to be so fucking paranoid about this shit.

wait. wait a few more years and none of us will ever have to fucking deal with each other anymore.

and then you'll realize what a big fucking mistake you've made. or maybe not, as it is fucking possible for you to live the fucking way you have done since the beginning of fucking time. it really seems fucking impossible for you to change.

for that, FUCK YOU.