Angst.

What a miserable miserable life. I'm surrounded more by people I don't want to be friends with. Nobody will understand. Nobody wants to understand. I feel that life is boring. I feel that most people are shallow and they're sucking me down with them. I hate the fact that I choose to see the best in people. I hate..fake. I hate being nice. It used to be so fun when I wasn't such a good girl. I hate pretending to be nice to haughty user-like people. I hate stupid people who think I can't see their real intentions. I hate not talking about what's wrong with me. I hate people who don't care. I love talking. I was born to talk. I hate being left to solve my own problems. I hate people who think they're above me when they are so below me they practically look like dots. I am grossed out by people who ... I want to puke. Just thinking about those pacuteness-hiding-seductions are grossing me out. What a slut. I hate gang wars. I hate emotionally immature people. I hate people who think they're too smart for themselves. I hate pretentious people who I need to get along with. I hate girls who try to be beautiful when they're actually ugly inside and out. I hate goody-two-shoes who do more mental sin that bitches.