#120 Reach Out And Grasp On The Nearest Thing

You know what?
I'm fucking sick of your fucking words!
Tell me your fucking identity and we'll sort this out,
One on one!
Who the hell is afraid of you?
Oh hell, not me!
You think you're so cool to do this to me?
You are no better than me, asshole!
I don't hurt people unlike you.
You are brave to confront me,
I admire that.
But you kept your identity a secret like a coward!

So what if I think I'm always right?
So what if I don't want to listen to others?
So what?
You don't have to right to scold me for who I am!
You're not my mother!
You can't tell me what can I or can't I do!
You are just another COWARD!

I've been hurt for 3 fucking years!
3 fucking long years!
Everyone has their limits and I have mine too.
I know I'm alone.
I've been alone since when I'm 11 okay?
You have your stupid friends to back you up,
I have none.
But so what?
So fucking what?

I don't care anymore.
I just.
Don't.
Care.
Any
More.

I don't forget what other people say about me.
I can't forget what other people say about me.
It'll still linger in my mind.
For a long time.

And lastly.
Fuck you and I hope you'll die a horrible death!
Fucker.

3 fucking long years