This morning I thought you were okay. I peeked in your class to see you.

Your responses to my messages were rude. Dry. Unkind.

You called me lame for not having something I may very well not be able to afford.

I asked a simple fucking question. Fucking simple. Trying to relate to you.

What did you do? Be rude. A bit demeaning. Curt.

Why? I know you have similair emotions to me and we both have the same messed up mind.

But why. What did I do to provoke you?

And here my emotions are. I go from hating to loving you to hating you to loving you.

Yesterday morning I saw you in the hall and loudly complained to my friends about how much if an ugly ass bitch you were.

Later that day I thought you were a decent person.

In the last class period I got so pissed off by you and your actions (along with my own) I genuinely had to ignore the urge to stab my pen through my neck.

I hate you and I like you but I think I mostly hate you.

And you are kind of shit, but I think I’m more shit. I think my brain has become shit. All I feel is anger.

All I felt when I was chasing you was pain because my broken brain.