diego

c. 4 pm CT.

he's sitting next to me right now as I type these words. I'm trying to hide it but the ass keeps trying to see what I'm writing. I hate his guts. He gets on my damn nerves. If he touches me I swear I will kill him right in front of all of these people. I DON'T CARE. His mere presences makes my skin crawl. But I can't tell him I hate him (just yet) b/c what if I need something from him. But I think he knows, if he doesn't he's an idiot. aarrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhhh I hate you.

* I titled this later.