Weak. Pathetic.

All anyone ever tells me anymore. 

Stupid. 

That I should just be gone.

My dad hates me. 

Everyone at school hates me.

My mom surprisingly still likes me—

At least I think.

Or should I say 'I hope?'

No. I shouldn't.

Because I lost my hope a long time ago. 

He used to be my only friend.

No one else wanted anything to do with me.

But now—

Nothing, nor nobody, wants anything to do with me. 

So—

I might as well take advantage of that while I still have it.