Because... I hate you too.

So, Big girl, Maybe you don't have MRSA.

Who really gives a fuck.

You are almost an adult. But, you still call on Mommy and Daddy.

You don't need protection bitch.

At least you didn't.

You might want to consider it now.

You can't abuse the right to be hurt.

You can't abuse the right to be hurt.

Eventually, no one will believe you anymore.

Guess what?

No one believes you anymore.

Cry.

You've aborted away all your friends.

Thanks for letting everyone into your life.

It just let them hate you more.

Not everyone wanted to know your personal buisiness.

Personal.

To yourself.

I don't want to hear your drama bullshit or watch your parents fuck you up even more.

Tell them to go away.

Go the fuck back home where you belong.

Fight your battles.

Become a stronger person.

Do you want me to write down every hurtful thing someone has said to me?

I could fill novels.

But, you would never know.

Because I don't abuse the right to be hurt.

I let it go.

I fight it myself.

I suggest you start doing the same before you do take mommy's advice and bring a gun to school.