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Hater
I hate you.
*silence*
Oh my God, I really hate you. Look at yourself, that ugly
face of yours. How do you sleep at night knowing you look like that? How do you
look in the mirror and not feel sad just by looking at yourself? You’re ugly,
period.
So you hate me because of my face?
Your face, your body, your physique, and even your
personality sucks. Everything, everything about you sucks. I mean, why are you
even living? Can’t you just die already?! You’re disgusting and really you’re
not going to get any better. Face it! You’re ugly.
I didn’t create my face. I didn’t choose to look like this. What made
you hate me so much?
*silence* Well then go to the gym, idiot! We all know you’re
ugly but you can do so much better if you improve your looks. I mean look at
you, you’re just disgusting! The sight of you is enough to make anyone, anybody
hate you!
Oh, so if I go to the gym and dress better, you wouldn’t hate me then?
I’d still hate you. I mean I just said that earlier to make
you feel like you have hope, but truthfully like I said before, even your
personality is boring and annoying. You’re entirely useless and a burden to
everyone! And you’re selfish, and then you act like you did nothing wrong? *Laugh* that’s
why nobody wants to be friend with you!
I am not selfish! I don’t even do much to other people! I don’t talk
much, just leave me alone then.
You see, that’s your problem! You always distance yourself
from everyone! Why can’t you just be normal? People hate you enough for your
looks but if you’re kinder, maybe people will give you a chance, idiot. But I guess
it’s too late now. For all these years in college you were always with yourself
rotting away.
Some people are just different! Not everyone can fit in, especially
since you said I am ugly and disgusting.
Well, cry then! Cause nobody would even care if you die. Your
family certainly wouldn’t care. I mean why would they? To have a son, so
useless like you is a freaking burden to them. You’re a poor excuse of a human
being.
*starts crying*
Cry! *laughing frantically*
Go back to your mommy, loser! Or why don’t you just end your
suffering right this moment? Kill yourself loser!
I've heard that so many times, I don’t feel anything anymore. You can’t
break me. *wipes off tears*
Oh, should I show everyone the picture you sent to Bianca?
*laughing*
Why did you even think she’s real?! I mean, do you really
think any girl would talk to you online? Look at your face! That photo is so embarrassing
and you know it, the whole college would hate you for it. Basically you don’t
have a future anymore here. Just leave, or kill yourself.
Why would you do that? Why do you want me dead so bad? Just leave me
alone!
No. In fact, I’m going to make your life so miserable, you’ll
never want to live anymore. Oh, remember when your uncle molested you? Damn, so
must have enjoyed it so much, huh. You were just a little kid, but I guess that’s what
you get for being the disgusting person that you are.
*covers ears with hands, visibly shaking*
Stop! Stop! Leave me alone!
Remember when you almost overdosed on fat burning pills? Lol, that was so funny! Do you know that everyone in college wished you would never
recover, we were so happy when we heard the news. That’s why you didn’t get any
visits or cards or anything. People just hate you in general.
*once that first tear broke free, the rest followed in an unbroken
stream. He bends forward where he sat on the floor and pressing his palms to
the mat, he begins to cry with the force of a person vomiting on all fours*
You think your tears can erase everything away? You think
your endless cry can erase the pain? You’re nothing but a weak and a useless
human being. You have no friends, no achievements, no life, no supports, and no
love. You’re nothing.
I just want to be alone! Please leave me. *his words can barely be
understood*
This is reality, this is life. No matter how much you beg,
nothing is going to change. You fail and will always, always be a failure. Why don’t
you just do ALL of us the favor and just kill yourself right now.
*hands him a razor*
I… I just… *takes the razor*
Yes! Cut yourself! You piece of pathetic loser. End your
life!
How do you know so much about me?
*silence. He stands away, and in the distance he sees a
mirror. As he gets closer, he looks into the mirror.*
Wait. What is this?!
*as he looks to this back, there’s no one else in the room. He
looks at his hand and the razor is there, he is holding it*
Do you hate yourself that much?
just ask me for information about haters. I know what they sound like.
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