My friend had swine flu, which turned into pneumonia. Now I have a sore throat and my parents are convinced that I have swine. I told them I have what everyone else has, a sore throat and stuffy nose. I said that I highly doubt the whole school has swine. Now my parents think that the whole school has swine. I know for a fact that I don't have swine, just the common cold.
Parents can be so paranoid and honestly it's pretty pathetic. If I was little and saw my mom freaking out over every little thing I would grow up afraid of the world. Now my mom was never like that until she met George, who I blame for every misfortune that we have ever encountered. I hate this man more than words will ever be able to explain.
I blame his for me turning to the dark side so to speak. I've never acted like I do now. I always yell and am always angry. I've become more sarcastic towards everything and I swear for everything.
Hate is not a word that describes my feelings for this man. He is aweful, he knows I hate him and I make it clear to everyone that I do.
George is Hate itself
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