Why Does it Always Rain on Me?

I told myself I wouldn't blog about this. But, you pissed me off so freaking much. I need to get this off my chest, you are a two faced hypocrite. You changed, you're not the same. I hate this person you have changed into. I hate you. I hate you so much, it hurts to breathe. I can't believe you. You called me a slut, a whore, a skank, a spolied brat, etc. You mocked me. You judged me and my religon, told me I was worthless, and that I don't have any talent. That I sucked at acting, drawing, and everything I do. I have never hated someone as much as I hate you. I hate you, Tristan Walton. I hate you and everything you are.