Hell t' Pay

Now it's the day o the class in which the ne guy that seems woth it is not in. But at the end f the day it desn' matter what i like or don't like, because he doesn't like me. In fact, the guy hates that even exist, and that is what made me suicidal in the first damn place. But the more i get close to him,the more at stake my hereditary lack of sanity is. The same amunt of stuff that is hate is als in some bizarre way a love of some kind. I love the kid, i do. He's my life and i love him.