A lot of malicious intent seeped from the paper in my hand, and if it were possible, I would already be dead from the amount of hostility in the words written on it. Sighing resignedly, I closed my locker and crumpled the paper up, throwing it in a trash can on my way to Japanese class.
The little hate letters weren’t regular, however they were frequent enough to make a strong point; whoever it was behind those words had some issues going on for them and I seem to be an outlet. Because I couldn’t think of any one person I had pissed off enough to give out so much hate.
Today’s note wasn’t as creative as the other ones I got but it still stung.
You know another thing I despise about you? The way you feel like everyone else isn’t worth your time. That condescending gaze you sweep over eve
