Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 19:38:02 GMT -5
To a certain someone I strongly despise~
Hi.
K so
I hate you.
I really do.
I've been called ugly, and have been beaten to bloody pulp all the time since I got out of elementary.
And you know what?
When things like that happen, you start to hate yourself. You hate who are; pfft you don't even know who you are. You act differently around people, and you also act like a dick to everyone but your 3 friends.
And even then you can be a real jerk to them at times too. Sometimes I wonder why they even put up with me. I probably cause half their problems.
Anyway. Back to you.
One of the only things I like about myself is I consider myself smart. I'm trying my best to get good grades, and hope to forever stay in advanced classes and make it into an excellent college.
But you.
Why the hell did you do this to me?
You made me look and feel like the dumbest person alive today. As I stood there at the table and you laughed at me and shouted how stupid I was, I was trying hard not to cry.
Really hard.
And then after you got your little buddies to laugh at me too, and got everyone's attention...
I cried. I cried in front of everyone, because of all the hurtful words.
Nyahaha. That only made everything worse. I'm not even going to tell you what happened after school.
Oh and in band.
I work my ass off to become better. Music is the only thing that makes me happy anymore. I dedicate hours. Fucking hours. to be able to play this good.
It's like an obsession. I crave to become better. I want to be an amazing musician. I want to learn all the instruments and be as perfect as I can with them.
Now listen to me.
You will never. EVER. take that away from me.
You will not touch my instruments, because next time you'll lose your arm, and your pretty little face.
You will not call me a show off, just because you and the people that sit around us don't know how to play a single note because your to busy talking about Becky's hair and Thomas's face.
I work hard to get this way. I worked hard to get into all these musical places.
No matter how much you bother me in that class, you can't take my music and my passion away from me.
I know your going to continue all this, and I'll probably allow it to happen.
But you will not. touch. her. again.
There is nothing I can do to stop you from attacking me, but you better leave my best friend alone.
You hurt her. You hurt her and it stung.
And it's not going to happen again.
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Guys I have problems.
Hi.
K so
I hate you.
I really do.
I've been called ugly, and have been beaten to bloody pulp all the time since I got out of elementary.
And you know what?
When things like that happen, you start to hate yourself. You hate who are; pfft you don't even know who you are. You act differently around people, and you also act like a dick to everyone but your 3 friends.
And even then you can be a real jerk to them at times too. Sometimes I wonder why they even put up with me. I probably cause half their problems.
Anyway. Back to you.
One of the only things I like about myself is I consider myself smart. I'm trying my best to get good grades, and hope to forever stay in advanced classes and make it into an excellent college.
But you.
Why the hell did you do this to me?
You made me look and feel like the dumbest person alive today. As I stood there at the table and you laughed at me and shouted how stupid I was, I was trying hard not to cry.
Really hard.
And then after you got your little buddies to laugh at me too, and got everyone's attention...
I cried. I cried in front of everyone, because of all the hurtful words.
Nyahaha. That only made everything worse. I'm not even going to tell you what happened after school.
Oh and in band.
I work my ass off to become better. Music is the only thing that makes me happy anymore. I dedicate hours. Fucking hours. to be able to play this good.
It's like an obsession. I crave to become better. I want to be an amazing musician. I want to learn all the instruments and be as perfect as I can with them.
Now listen to me.
You will never. EVER. take that away from me.
You will not touch my instruments, because next time you'll lose your arm, and your pretty little face.
You will not call me a show off, just because you and the people that sit around us don't know how to play a single note because your to busy talking about Becky's hair and Thomas's face.
I work hard to get this way. I worked hard to get into all these musical places.
No matter how much you bother me in that class, you can't take my music and my passion away from me.
I know your going to continue all this, and I'll probably allow it to happen.
But you will not. touch. her. again.
There is nothing I can do to stop you from attacking me, but you better leave my best friend alone.
You hurt her. You hurt her and it stung.
And it's not going to happen again.
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Guys I have problems.