LPOV
I looked at the glass of red wine in my hand at laughed hysterically. Do you see what you are doing to me Jacob Black? I hate you. I looked at the cigarette in my other hand and laughed harder. I freakin' hate you Jacob Black. Then I put the cigarette down grabbed the razor and cut myself. I loved the feeling. It hurt but I didn't care. It didn't hurt any more than what Jacob Black did to me. I drank the rest of the wine and cackled maniacally. I was drunk so much that I couldn't stand anymore, or maybe that was from blood loss. I'm dying now. I can't fight it anymore. I hate you Jacob Black. I love you Jacob.
