I hate everything. I would love to burn everything. I would love to hit someone over the head with a shovel. I hate myself, think I’m worthless, yet still think I’m better than everyone else. It’s kinda weird, I know, but that’s me for ya. In my house there’s no where private. In my room the walls are so thin that if I sighed, my brother would hear. I haven’t cried in over a year just because there’s no where To cry. I can’t in the shower, cause once again, thin walls. And we have a very…echoey bathroom. This may sound exceedingly creepy, and I swear, I would never actually do it, but sometimes I think wouldn’t it be great if I could just nuke the world, save. Few of my friends, then ship off to a new planet. Honestly, I could never hurt anyone. But I have to have my fantasies or ill go insane.