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misinterpreted anger

He wants to know why I won't tell him what's wrong. Wants me to say anything- just a sign.
What he doesn't understand is I don't know exactly why I'm upset. I just hate being alive. I hate being broke. I hate sitting alone for hours. I hate life.
That's what it equates to. I wish I could rip my veins wide open.
But I don't- because I know it will be worse for him if I'm gone.