Rant book

A letter to my piano teacher

So, you're trying to manipulate my decisions, huh? Almost like my mother.

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother. She's actually good to me, unlike you.

So you couldn't leave the "come back to choir" talk until the class was over?

F**k you.

So you're comparing me, a thirteen-year-old, to a bunch of experienced adults, and calling me weak?

B***h.

My decision is my decision, not yours. Stop trying to make me change my mind.

Your words make me want to bash my head on your spotless white wall until it's stained with my blood.

You say it's not much stress, but to me, it is.

I am a minor, for the sake of the Titan. I am not an adult.

All I want is to be my own person.

I want to make my own decisions.

I'm a teen now, not a little girl.

I want to be free.

F**k you.