stop.

preface

I just came off so pissed at school one day, so I brought out my blue notebook.

Then I found myself with 10-15 pages, frustrated and exasperated, I read them. I will furrow my eyebrows and stare at the words that are a bit smudged because it's written with a pencil. Then I'll try to pull myself together and sigh because the words I spurt out is just... too much. It's still clear to my mind how hard I pressed onto the paper and how irritatingly the lead will break at every sentence.

Anyways, I just write during my free time. So I'm so pissed that even you, an idiot, found the place in my head to use my precious time to write about you; when I could just finish off other stories but nooooo... it has to be you!

I told myself not to write at all about idiots like you...

But damn, here I am compiling a bunch of words for you.

Just, damn.