I
don't say this often, but I really don't
like you. I've tried so many times to see
things from your perspective, but I just can't. I
can't understand what makes you do the things
that you do. I don't know why you're so mean.
I don't know why you like pointing out my flaws,
and I don't know why you can't ever seem to
notice the damage you've done. You're the age
of an adult, but you've got a mind of immaturity.
Here's a tip from me, and I suggest you take it,
since it'll be the last you're hearing of me;
bite your tounge when you feel like saying
something nasty, and don't spit out venom in a
last bet to hide your own
insecurities.