not to be angry with someone who had let you down so many times, who had left you over and over again, who had nothing to so with how you’ve turnt out, he goes and ruins one of the few things that are precious to you from school as if it’s nothing, as if he had any right to do it, as if it meant nothing to me to be part of it. Who the fuck do you think you are? You have one thing to do, one life to look after beside yours and you cant fuckkg even do that. So get your hands off my things. You have no right. No fucking right.
I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself in line. I am fed up. I am angry. I am burning. I am bleeding.