I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate it when I think too much. When I worry too much about what people might say about me behind my back. When I brood over something so trifling. When I take people's joke seriously. But of course, it's never your fault. It always is mine, so yeah.
If I had all the money in the world, I would love to go to anywhere but here. Please?
