I hate my classmates, and I believe they hate me too. Why they would hate me? Because I am different from them. They do not give a sh** about my problems, do not know how to handle them, mocked me at my lowest, and they would call me slurs if they would find out about my sexuality. I only hate myself even more in my depressive state because of them, because they are happier than me, but not much smarter in Literature and English, and I ask myself why I am not a true ***** so I can hate them like the devil. If they ever read this... **** you and the hour we first meet. I curse that hour while crying my eyes out.