Dear BHS:
Mkay look. It's almost the end of the year, and we're seniors, and (hopefully, at least) I'm never going to see 99% of you ever again in my life. Why do I hope that? Because those of you in that 99% are complete and utter shitheads. Trust me, I'd know; I have wasted the past 12 years of my life in your miserable company.
Which leads me, in some weird and convoluted way, to my point. Basically, I don't care anymore. I don't care if you think I'm weird. I don't care if you think I'm gross. I don't care if you absolutely hate me, because none of this matters. None of you matter. What does matter is the fact that personally, I love myself and I'm not about to change to try to fit in with you faggots anymore.
The end.
Which leads me, in some weird and convoluted way, to my point. Basically, I don't care anymore. I don't care if you think I'm weird. I don't care if you think I'm gross. I don't care if you absolutely hate me, because none of this matters. None of you matter. What does matter is the fact that personally, I love myself and I'm not about to change to try to fit in with you faggots anymore.
The end.