If you hear some strange noises coming from the NE OH area, that'd be me. Blasting Ani DiFranco and screaming like a maniac.
So, you know what? Fuck high school. I thought maybe, just maybe, some part of my life could be judged on talent or capability. I was wrong. Apparently, everything's based on politics and whether you have the ability to get your ass in a chair for forty minutes.
You know what? I'm good. I'm a good writer, a good artist, a good actor, a good singer, a good leader, a good person.
But everything rests on whether or not some bitch teacher likes me or not?
Yeah? You know what? I'm sick of it. I have half a mind to just stop. Stop fucking Drama Guild, stop fucking Art Club, stop doing anything except coming home and writing and drawing and talking to people I like. And doing the things I want to do. Me. Not answer to someone else, who obviously doesn't care what I do.
I want to stop and say "There! You want to get rid of me? You did it! Happy now? I'm not going to be in your damn play, I'm not going to write your fucking announcements or perform at your motherfucking Open Mic Night. I'm sick of it! Suck cock and die."
Let Jamie run Art Club. It's all a fucking joke anyway. I don't want to do it. I try and I get nowhere so why should I try?