everything's feeling unclear / i wish it was raining because / i hate every beautiful day
Remember yesterday? I spoke to soon.
01. Dear Ms. McIndoo,
You can rot in hell for all I care. I don't dress or talk inappropriately. I don't give you mean looks (or I didn't... now I probably will). I refuse to be someone I'm not, go to church with you, pay attention in your STUPID class, or do anything you ask me to anymore. I'm also especially not going to be happy 24/7 when Brandon's gone, my grandmother's dying, and I have blisters the size of quarters covering my feet and back.
I'm not dealing with you anymore. Giving me panic attacks and making me go to class red-faced and covered in tears is not cool. And fight your own battles lady. It's me and you. Don't involve my mother or the principal. As far as I'm concerned you don't deserve my respect when you don't give me, my family, or my friends any.
No Love, Hider
PS. Stop glaring and/or wrinkling your nose at my friends. Wearing black, lots of eyeliner, or getting facial piercings/tattoos does not mean you're going to hell. Listening to heavy metal does not mean you worship Satan. And so what if we actually did? You're my Math teacher. You wouldn't have any say in it if we did!
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02. Dear Mr. Brown,
First off, great job you're doing with the school, really. I'm so glad I live in the South where everybody's a conservative God-fearing Republican and have the privilege of attending your school. Really, I am. I like having my first amendment rights ignored. Freedom of the press? Of speech? There's a freedom of religion? Wow. Who needs those?
There Was Never Any Love Here to Begin With,
Hider
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03. Dear Brianne, Bryn, Jayna, (and any other back-stabbing best friends I'm forgetting),
The private things we talk about are said in confidence with the understanding that nobody repeats them. I honored that even when you weren't in the room, but apparently you didn't.
So. go. fuck. yourselves. Seriously. I'm done with all of you.
Don't offer me a ride home. Don't pretend we're all right (we're not). Don't beg me to come to the KET Lock-In this week. Don't. even. talk. to. me.
And don't come crying to me when the same thing happens to you,
Hider
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04. Dear President Bush,
Just wanted to send you well wishes on the anniversary of the end to the Iraq war. You remember right? Four years ago today you came on tv and told the American peple that the job was done, 'we did what we set out to do.' Hmm... funny how soldiers are still getting deployed.
You Can Rot in Hell Too,
And you don't get to know my name because you have a secret service
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05. Now I'm going to chug coffee and smoke cigarettes with Kori downtown until I feel better.
01. Dear Ms. McIndoo,
You can rot in hell for all I care. I don't dress or talk inappropriately. I don't give you mean looks (or I didn't... now I probably will). I refuse to be someone I'm not, go to church with you, pay attention in your STUPID class, or do anything you ask me to anymore. I'm also especially not going to be happy 24/7 when Brandon's gone, my grandmother's dying, and I have blisters the size of quarters covering my feet and back.
I'm not dealing with you anymore. Giving me panic attacks and making me go to class red-faced and covered in tears is not cool. And fight your own battles lady. It's me and you. Don't involve my mother or the principal. As far as I'm concerned you don't deserve my respect when you don't give me, my family, or my friends any.
No Love, Hider
PS. Stop glaring and/or wrinkling your nose at my friends. Wearing black, lots of eyeliner, or getting facial piercings/tattoos does not mean you're going to hell. Listening to heavy metal does not mean you worship Satan. And so what if we actually did? You're my Math teacher. You wouldn't have any say in it if we did!
* * * *
02. Dear Mr. Brown,
First off, great job you're doing with the school, really. I'm so glad I live in the South where everybody's a conservative God-fearing Republican and have the privilege of attending your school. Really, I am. I like having my first amendment rights ignored. Freedom of the press? Of speech? There's a freedom of religion? Wow. Who needs those?
There Was Never Any Love Here to Begin With,
Hider
* * * *
03. Dear Brianne, Bryn, Jayna, (and any other back-stabbing best friends I'm forgetting),
The private things we talk about are said in confidence with the understanding that nobody repeats them. I honored that even when you weren't in the room, but apparently you didn't.
So. go. fuck. yourselves. Seriously. I'm done with all of you.
Don't offer me a ride home. Don't pretend we're all right (we're not). Don't beg me to come to the KET Lock-In this week. Don't. even. talk. to. me.
And don't come crying to me when the same thing happens to you,
Hider
* * * *
04. Dear President Bush,
Just wanted to send you well wishes on the anniversary of the end to the Iraq war. You remember right? Four years ago today you came on tv and told the American peple that the job was done, 'we did what we set out to do.' Hmm... funny how soldiers are still getting deployed.
You Can Rot in Hell Too,
And you don't get to know my name because you have a secret service
* * * *
05. Now I'm going to chug coffee and smoke cigarettes with Kori downtown until I feel better.