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All who care about me, read this.
I've had to do a lot of things in my life that I didn't like. I did them, though. I don't generally think that if i don't like it, I don't have to do it. No, that's a bunch of bull. The only thing I don't think I have to do is things for a class that I should've dropped at the beginning of the year. And it's also a bunch of bull when my parents use something I didn't even know against me, like when I said I wanted to be in GT this year. I had no idea I would be stuck with a perverted psycho. When I tried to work out a compromise, nobody listened. When I tried to tell them that Mr. Driver was perverted, no one listened. No one ever listens. My dad thinks i have no motivation and that I won't do anything I won't like. He's wrong. He has no idea how wrong he is. I've always done them, and when I thought it was right, it wasn't. It never is. I'll never be able to do anything my parents accept. School work is never good enough. My style is "emo". Like they even know what an emo is. My favorite kinds of music are all "angry screaming and headbanging". It's all crap. The only thing I can truly say that is keeping me alive is my friends. They're the only ones that really care. They're the only ones that really listen. It's because of them that I haven't done anything crazy. They're the only ones that really care about me. They're the only ones that truly know who I am, and they understand me. No one else does. No one else will. My friends are the only ones I can trust. I can't even trust my own parents anymore. They said I could drop out of GT this year. I couldn't. They said they'd pull me out if my grades dropped. The grades dropped. I ended up stuck with the pervert. I tried to work to a compromise. I tried to explain to my mom that I would finish the unit, then I could drop out. She wouldn't even listen. I've told them time and time again that Mr. Driver is perverted. Still nothing. I've told them that it is driving me to insanity. No reply. Dropping the class will do me no harm. It won't do them any harm. They say I can drop it next year. Yeah, right. Either way, I'm dropping it. When Mr. Driver asks why I'm dropping, I'm going to get in his face and tell him straight up that I don't like him. I couldn't do it before. I'm too soft. But now, as my anger keeps rising and rising, I couldn't care less what he thinks. I couldn't care less who he is. I couldn't care less what he feels like afterwards. It'll feel really good to me to have finally told him to his face that I hate him. I can't wait to see his face. I won't feel any shame, I won't feel any guilt. I will only feel like I've accomplished the greatest feat of my life. I will feel no sympathy. I will not appoligize. Mr. Driver deserves it after making me suffer this entire year of GT. My parents will know what I said. They may get on to me, may ground me for the summer, but I won't care. As long as it's known that I hate Mr. Driver, I couldn't ask for anything more. There's not a damn thing that would make me happier than to know that I've gotten in Driver's face and made damn sure that he knows that I don't like him.
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