I wrote this during English class, I hate my teacher.
Ever felt so pissed and furious with someone you already hated to a point where all you wanted to do was to whack them over the head with a cactus? Well, this is how I feel every time I set eyes on my English teacher, Mrs. Not gonna say her name cuz my classmate is her son and he'll sue me for it.
I don't think I've ever hated anyone so much in my whole wide life, I simply hate her with a burning passion! Everyone's lives would have been so much better if hers was nonexistent in the first place.
I just wish she would keep that HUMUNGOUS, bulb-shaped nose of hers out of other people's business.
Heck, I wish she would keep it on her already ugly face -_-
She yells at you for breathing, she doesn't let you listen to music during class, she makes you put your food away even though you never even took it out in the first place, and that isn't even possible. But SHE still does it.
She pretends to know everything, she pretends to be the most educated person the world has ever seen, she thinks she's better than everyone else just because her dearest daddy let her fire a gun as a kid, and because she lived in a farm for god knows how darn long. She shows off with her dialect, probably not realizing that her mere belonging to Texas is an insult to its WHOLE. DAMN. POPULATION.
That moment when you just want to stand up and scream, "NO ONE FREAKING CARES!" It's just-
Goodbye.
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An ARMY's Diary
РазноеRandom BTS prompt responses and diary entries of mine. Beware; this is probably the most cringe-worthy book you'll ever come across. Don't say I didn't warn you.
