You will die a horrible, horrible death wasting away in a darkened room, peering out a small crack of you window shade, getting jealous of everyone out in the real world.
That's right, I said jealous. That is all you are. You don't HATE everyone, you are JEALOUS of them, for some reason or another. They have a better life than you, and you want it. You WANT to be happy and popular, but for some reason or other, you aren't, so you want to make life as miserable for them as it is for you.
And don't argue with me, girl, I took a psychology class.
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