I hate her.
I really do.
In fact, I hate him.
But only because of her.
I can see them through the reflection on the glasses on the wall.
Always laughing.
Always smiling.
It makes me want to puke.
Just hurl my guts out.
On her hair.
Oh yes.
That would make me happy.
But not him.
He would probably just glare at me.
And clean her up.
She would love that.
Damn her to hell.
But then he would miss her.
And be even more gloomy.