| Current mood: |  tired |
| Current music: | Nothing. |
I hate you. I hate you. You took them away from me. You stole them. I hate you. What do you have that I don't? Why are you so much better than me? I hate you. Everyone loves you. Everyone talks to you. And I'm jealous, so I hate you. I'm jealous because you're better than me. You're cool. You're funny. You're nice. You're everyone's favorite guy.
..and I hate you for it.
Maybe I should just dissappear. They wouldn't notice, they're too busy with you. I hate you. No. Shut up. Leave me alone. Why are you so much better than me? Why, damnit?! What the hell is wrong with me? Everyone you love loves you back. Why? That's not fair. I hate you. I HATE YOU. You're all they talk about when they talk to me.
They never talk to me. And when they do, it's about you. I hate you.
I should just get out of your life. I want to. I need to. But I can't. I HATE you. But I won't tell you, because it would hurt you. It would hurt them. They would hate me for hating you.
Wow, it's a damn good thing nobody reads my journal.
And it's funny, because nobody will be able to guess who this is. Because everyone loves him. But I hate him.
(Okay, I'm not a very happy person at 4:43 A.M., with a 102.1 degree fever and artist's block. And I have to wake up at 7. Wow. The only thing that keeps me semi-happy is the fact that I get to go to Otakon.)
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