It's all over.

I've lost my ability to write. My ability to draw, paint, or photoshop. Every artistic vein in me has been tapped and bled out.
I destroyed my entire portfolio. "Getting there" is in a courner some where chopped in half...I'm only alive because my ipod is by my side.

I hate your stupid smile.
I hate your kisses.
I hate your arms.
I hate your hands.
I hate your touch.
I hate your hugs.
I hate your fucking eyes.
I hate your fucking lies.
I hate your heartbeat.
I hate your attitude.
I hate your words.
I hate how you look at her.
I hate how you look at me.
I hate how you act.
I hate her.
I hate you.
I hate everything.