Dear College, what the fuck.
I spent way too long crying last night. Way too long.
First, I am sick and tired of being treated like my opinion has no say.
How many times does one have to state that the feeling is not mutual?
Second, I don't believe you're "with" someone if they're not around to be with you.
Third, I do no appreciate how you treat me like a piece of furniture.
Just because I am always here, doesn't mean you can treat me like I will always be here, thus couldn't possibly get offended over mistreatment.
Fourth, Please stop telling me I am a failure.
Fifth, I Do not EVER like when you talk about me being a fatass, or what I eat, how I eat, when I eat, or anything else to do with me and the consumption of food.
Sixth, I feel as though I may be dropped from the dance program at semester.
Seventh, I joined the company in order to dance, SO LET ME DANCE!
Eighth, When someone makes you cry for hours on end, it is only natural to not wish for them to come see you that weekend.
Ninth, I am sick of drunk girls who act like complete idiots.
Tenth, I am fed up with boys who fuck girls in the dorm after stating that they don't use girls.
Eleventh, Please don't text pictures of your dick to my celular device.
Twelth, It is a bad idea to go to the club on a Wednesday night, because ballet will be exhausting the next morning.
Thirteenth, I am going to stab the next person who tells me to get a television in my dorm.
Fourteenth, It is awkward for me to have a group of attractive girls as friends, because all the boys look at them and not me.
Fifteenth, if i have to look for one more goddamn thing in my purse for an extended amount of time, i will stop carrying a purse altogether.
Sixteenth, there is a massive lack of communication here.
Seventeenth, YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS!!!!!!
Eighteenth, I feel like I am not dancing ever at all.
Ninteenth, I am sick of washing off my makeup every monday, wednesday, and friday for modern class.
Twentieth, I dislike shopping for jeans, passionately.
Twenty-first, I don't know if i'm cut out for this shit, but i lack a backup plan.
Twenty-Second, I don't feel like myself anymore.
And the quote for the day..
"..what can be gained by not walking away?"
First, I am sick and tired of being treated like my opinion has no say.
How many times does one have to state that the feeling is not mutual?
Second, I don't believe you're "with" someone if they're not around to be with you.
Third, I do no appreciate how you treat me like a piece of furniture.
Just because I am always here, doesn't mean you can treat me like I will always be here, thus couldn't possibly get offended over mistreatment.
Fourth, Please stop telling me I am a failure.
Fifth, I Do not EVER like when you talk about me being a fatass, or what I eat, how I eat, when I eat, or anything else to do with me and the consumption of food.
Sixth, I feel as though I may be dropped from the dance program at semester.
Seventh, I joined the company in order to dance, SO LET ME DANCE!
Eighth, When someone makes you cry for hours on end, it is only natural to not wish for them to come see you that weekend.
Ninth, I am sick of drunk girls who act like complete idiots.
Tenth, I am fed up with boys who fuck girls in the dorm after stating that they don't use girls.
Eleventh, Please don't text pictures of your dick to my celular device.
Twelth, It is a bad idea to go to the club on a Wednesday night, because ballet will be exhausting the next morning.
Thirteenth, I am going to stab the next person who tells me to get a television in my dorm.
Fourteenth, It is awkward for me to have a group of attractive girls as friends, because all the boys look at them and not me.
Fifteenth, if i have to look for one more goddamn thing in my purse for an extended amount of time, i will stop carrying a purse altogether.
Sixteenth, there is a massive lack of communication here.
Seventeenth, YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS!!!!!!
Eighteenth, I feel like I am not dancing ever at all.
Ninteenth, I am sick of washing off my makeup every monday, wednesday, and friday for modern class.
Twentieth, I dislike shopping for jeans, passionately.
Twenty-first, I don't know if i'm cut out for this shit, but i lack a backup plan.
Twenty-Second, I don't feel like myself anymore.
And the quote for the day..
"..what can be gained by not walking away?"