• I'm going to miss him. I know he isn't my boyfriend or anything, and that every time im near him, he hates me that much more. "That much more" really adds up and seems as if we were enemies our entire lives. It could make anyone trapped in this Hell phase some like to call "teen love" eventually come to a breaking point in the middle of their school hallway, changing their reputation from Thee Emotionless to The School Emo, and feel as if the only option is to kill yourself. I'm simply not good enough for the one of my dreams - no one is anymore. That being said, whether I die or I decide to stay in this sick, sick place we call home, I will never regret the love that may kill.