it's nice to see how I've changed since I made this book. I had to be in 7th grade, I had made rant books before? but never one that really pertained to me, more so events in my life and not my thoughts. Never more than a few sentences. Yeah...who was gonna tell me that wasn't a rant?
And so I'm in 10th now and I absolutely hate it. If I could stop growing up I would be very grateful. My birthday? Thanks, I hate it.
As I near closer to 16, the thought of working both excites me and annoys me. Is it wrong to wish I was born into a well off family with emotional stability? I mean, I don't think that's wrong. It's not wrong to want better. People in my life would tell me: "You want a middle class life? Work for it!"
Nigga I'm 15. Fuck y'all for having me while knowing y'all was some broke asses.
Living isn't a choice and that upsets me. Like how am I supposed to be happy about existing when a fucking racist government owns me? And better yet, I'm forced to learn about why I'm apart of the lower class. Like the fuck? The U.S. government really thought, "Yeah, let's teach poor black kids that their ancestors were enslaved based on race and that their current social position is the fault of institutional racism.
And then people have the NERVE to pretend like minorities don't have it bad? Like bitch? Did you take U.S. history? Let me scratch that. PRIVILEGED PEOPLE have the nerve to pretend like their privilege doesn't exist.
Also, fuck the friends I entered high school with. I don't know why the fuck I allow myself to stay within that friend group knowing full and well that these girls don't give a shit about what I have to say. They piggyback off of my accomplishments and disregard how I feel.
You know what? Fuck high school too. Education is an Eastern hemisphere concept. I'm tryn go live in the woods and just say fuck society. If I'm lucky, I'll catch some disease and die FOR FREE. The earth will bury me itself. Why does it cost money TO DIE?
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Alteleyou can hate what I am, but please respect who I am.