It's funny, how whenever a certain male figure shows up in her life, I am instantaneously hated, for reasons unknown, even to her.
At least, I can rest to some extent, on the fact I know I've done nothing wrong. I despise being hated. But I cannot keep people from hating me for no reason.
Funnier still, is that there has only ever been one person that hated me. And it's the one I've always loved the most.
Still, I Live.
It's a shame she opts to Die.