anger surge (or: to my friend)

I'm not who you think I am. Deep inside I'm not the friendly, happy person you think you know. I'm mean. I'm sarcastic. I'm violent.

You wouldn't understand. How could you? You're just a kid. You're a kid with perfect parents, a perfect life, you're spoiled, you have no sense of tact; you're not capable of understanding.

So shut up, go away. Stop being nice to me. Leave me alone.
I hate you. Hate me back.
I can't hurt you.
I depend on you. I like you. I need you.
So I hate you.

/P.