Enemy

What a disgusting person. How utterly repulsive. Self-centered, stupid, and you don't even have looks to make up for it. What a waste of oxygen.
I hate you. I hate you more than anyone or anything I've ever hated.
Fat. Lazy. Even as I say the words, I try to keep back tears.

You don't mean to be this way. You didn't ask to be this thing, this utter waste. In the secret hours of the night, you pray for genuine kindness, but deep down you're just a bitch.
I'm sick of you.

I wish I could get rid of you.
I hate you.

Why am I such a horrible person?!