yo le odio. y odio lo que usted ha hecho a mí y hace todavía a mí.

i feel awful. today was horrible. why? why this way? why that stare and glare? why do i feel like it went further into me? those whispers. ahh. i hate this. everything about it. i couldn't concentrate on anything the whole day due to this. THIS IS NOT THE WAY IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE OR GO!!!!!!!!
how come it hurts me so. how come i can't seem to let it go by. how come i choose to acknowledge it for everything that it really is rather than putting it to the side.
screaming boggled unspoken eyes that seem to tell it all but hide it so well.