Fuck the world. Fuck every single person in this world. Fuck you, fuck Kurt, fuck Blaine, fuck my life. I don't give a fuck anymore. I'm fucking done. I am so fucking done. Everything just hurts to fucking much.
That 'date' was just Kurt sitting me down and telling me that he know I like him. And that he loves Blaine very much. He also said that no matter what he couldn't keep talking to me because Blaine was getting jealous and angry at him. He explained to me so condescendingly that he had plans for him and Blaine and that he would like this entire conversation to never be told to anyone.
I am so fucking mad. I throw my stuff on the floor of my room. I ran back downstairs and grab a pack of my dad's beer before going back and slamming the door. I open a bottle and start chugging it down.
Kurt can go fuck himself, because obviously Blaine's not doing it right. I throw the bottle at the wall, watching as it shatters into a million little pieces. I take one of the larger pieces and start digging it into my skin, watching as the blood spurts out. That's all I am now, fucking blood! I hate it, I need it out of my body.
"I DON't WANT TO LIVE ANYMORE!" I scream at the top of my lungs, digging the sharp glass into my arm. I get another bottle, pouring it down my throat, all of this alcohol is helping, considering I did a couple shots at the bar. "I hate you so fucking much, Gay face!" I yell, even though he can't possibly hear me. I take the bottle and throw it at my mirror, when I get a brilliant idea.
I take out my phone with shaky hands and dial Blaine's number. I know he doesn't have mine,since I stole his from Nick's phone when I was infatuated with him,(I have no idea what I was thinking, Blaine is fucking ugly while Kurt is an angel, a perfect angel) so this would be so easy. Once the ringing stops and I hear his stupid voice, so happy and care free.
"Hello?" He asks in such a perky voice it makes me want to punch him, "Who is this?"
"Look, you fucking fairy, you need to leave McKinley unless you want your face to be bashed in. Go far far away and leave your precious boyfriend or I will kill you. Break up with him, break his fucking heart or I will break you. Get out of the state Ohio and never talk to him again. If you call the cops on me, I will find you and destroy you. No one will be able to recognize you when I'm done with you worthless slut. " I growl at him, my hands shaking violently from anger.
His breathing gets shallower and I know I have scared the shit out of him. "N-no, I love Kurt, I wouldn't do that to him." He replied.
"No you don't. You've been cheating on him, does Eli sound familiar, you whore?'' I sneer.
"How do you know about Eli? Who are you?" He asked in a frightened tone.
"You don't fucking need to know who I am. And Eli should probably tell you about his diseases. Or maybe I should tell Kurt that too."
" Don't, please don't. I'll do it, just don't, don't tell Kurt." He sighs, quickly hanging up.
I smirk, turning my phone off and taking another beer. I crack the bottle over the picture of my mother I have in my room, temporarily damaging it.
Fuck her too, she left me. She fucking left me. I don't her acceptance. She won't be waiting in heaven for me, cause I will be burning in hell.