He doesn't like me to help him. I think he is scared of me. Scared to talk to me because I hate him and I show contempt in my voice. I should try to hide it more, but I can't help but show that contempt and hate in my voice when I talk to him. Haha, it makes me laugh sometimes. When he gets angry with me, I just want to laugh in his face. Laugh and smile until he gets the point. Everytime I talk to you, I want to puke all over. Everytime I look at you, I want to scratch my eyes out. Everytime I breath the same air, I want to suffocate. That love for you seems to be lost a long time ago. It seems a dark hate has grown in that space and has filled it and is still spreading like cancer in my body. Just one day, I'm waiting, waiting for it to consume me and guide my life into a living hell of fuck.