I'm scared.

I'm worried I'm scared. I wanna scream and never stop. I want to throw bottles at the wall. I should be worrying about school work and prom not my own fucking life. I hate that man so much, he's a sleazeball that only cares about himself, and that stupid ass “drill baby drill” I hate his guts so much. I hate him. HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF FLESH IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HIM AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT FOR HIM. HATE. HATE.