You hate people. It’s true. But you haven’t totally given up faith in humanity and that’s impressive. You still have a little more hate left in you to give. Treasure that hate and save it for a special occasion.
Your pages are loose and dog-eared, your spine broken many times over. You’re the book someone stays up late with, reading you under the covers over and over again.
Your life has been hard. Harder than people realise. And though some see you as cocky and rude, you know that this is just your go-to defence mechanism. Underneath the jokes (and the denim) there’s a heart of gold — but that doesn’t mean people have to find that out.