2/19/11
I’m really sick and tired of the way you treat me. Like I’m not good enough, like you can still talk to me the way you did when I was your little nothing puppet the way I was in high school. I’m sorry that I wasn’t good enough for you back then, really B, I am. Because now you have it so ingrained in my head that i can’t get your words out. It’s to the point where I honestly and truly believe that I am not good enough to do what I love and miss. And it’s because of you. Because of the way you talk to me.
But this isn’t high school anymore. You don’t have control over me the way you did when you were my instructor. You don’t get to talk to me like you own me; now I get to walk away.
By the fucking way, I’m doing premonition next year. Enjoy watching me do everything you made me believe I couldn’t, and more. ;D
