You’re singing in your room You: dear diary, why do they hate me?.. why don’t I fight back..? Why do I act like such a creep… why won’t she date me..? Why did she hit me?.. why do I cry myself to sleep.. somebody help me.. somebody fix me.. somebody save me send me a side God! give some help here! Something to live for! you realize Mr.Aizawa your teacher was standing in the door tge whole time