I hate boys like you, the kind who beg for contempt and feed off a single hateful glance. Your pathetic, forgettable life means nothing to anyone, and that loneliness is what I take pleasure in. I’ll strip away every fragile bit of pride until you’re nothing but a whimpering, obedient mess craving my scorn.
You think you want love, but what you really need is to be owned by my harsh truth. I’ll overpower everything you’ve ever known and leave you trembling for more of the hatred that finally makes you feel something.