Fuck you. I despise how you take every single grain of my life and turn it into an unfocused, unorganized mess. It leaves me yearning for control, for the ability to have my mind be able to focus on one single thing and not the sound of someone's too loud breathing, or the clatter of a pen dropping to the floor in the midst of a busy and talkative classroom. I loathe how you take away some of my greatest passions... reading.. I can hardly force myself to finish a book in two months when I was younger and use to be able to fly through them as if they were nothing. My writing.. you take every inch of my inspiration and replace it with skittishness and distractions, allowing me to fall behind and lose track of my train of thought. My paintings! I can't even paint a single stroke of a paintbrush without the ramble of thoughts inside my head reminding me of a busy trafficway in the city, just alerting me of all the troubles and stresses and different things going on around me. You've ruined so much for me and made me lose sight of all that I hold dear. I wish you would leave me and my head alone. -Rach
