I don't like to be touched... By anyone... Ever.
Touch me and I touch you back... With my fist.
I want to hurt them... Cause them pain like they did to me... Suffer... Squirm... Beg for mercy.
This guy touched me... with a big smile on his face... Like he did it to be funny... And I broke his finger...
Back in detention again for it... I wonder how long they can keep me in there... I must've racked up a few years by now... At the rate I'm going, I will 30 before I get out of high school detention.
What's the point of trying... no point in being good and pretending because it never gets me anywhere... I've stopped wishing I'm something, I'm not.