Jerk!

I want leave and I want to leave now. what the hell is holding me here lies packed on lies. Mockery makes the rain pour down. My writing is everything, how could it be mocked? How can the very deepest feelings be thrown in my face? what is love if you don't believe in me and why the hell would you show your disbelief by writing? the one thing I love the most and you mock it? Well if you wanted to make me see how much of a screw up I really am, then good job. Such a jerk!