The following is me spouting freely how I feel at this very moment. Take it personally if you want; go fuck yourself while you're at it.

**1. You are not an art expert. Stop acting like you are. You're as shitty as the rest of us and you have no right to tell someone what they're doing is wrong. Learning is learning. I learn through error. Stuff your shit. Yes, Art Teacher Who Shall Remain Unnamed, I am talking to you. I've seen your art and you have -zero- ground to tell me that what I'm doing is wrong. At least I CAN. Jesus fuck, lady. I don't need to take a picture of myself to know what I look like; I don't CARE if my art is horrifically terribad, the point is I'm HAPPY WITH IT. If I'm stuck sucking permanently I don't fucking care provided I AM HAPPY WITH IT. Unless I ask you to open your whore mouth, fucking shut it before I show you the wrong end of a T-Square.

**2. If you're going to act on a part of your job, ACT ON ALL OF IT. If you're an English teacher who is randomly prowling the halls between class, and you see me checking the time on my cellphone, take it from me, and tell me to get it from the Dean at the end of the day... GIVE IT TO THE DEAN SO I CAN GET MY MOTHERFUCKING PHONE BACK. Don't make me miss my goddamn bus due to your stingy-ass fuckup; I wasted five minutes in that goddamn office making a bigger fool out of myself asking for my cell when you, the shitty, sexist English teacher, still has the fucking thing. You're a bloody moron. If you say you're going to do something, do it.

**3. Don't tell me my opinion is wrong because an opinion isn't a matter of right and wrong it's a matter of my fucking opinion. I know my opinion sucks, but your opinion about my opinion sucks too, so it's like... a vacuum in reverse. AKA it's a leaf blower. ... right.

**4. I'm not a trashbin. Stop throwing your trash in me. There's only so much of your shit I can take before I overflow.

**5. You need to get over yourself, Slacker. I loved you. You loved me. I fucked up, you fucked up. Both of us are idiots. Let's kiss and make up. I'm sick of you getting reclusive around me; I've said sorry. Come on. Grow up.

**6. I hate myself. I hate the face I see in the mirror, I hate the clothes I wear, I hate the people around me. I hate my shoes, I hate my hair, I hate you. I hate everyone. I am a spiteful little bitch and it's horrible. I hate hating people.

**7. I get it. I'm chubby. Got the notion a few months ago, thanks for your concern however. And yes, my ass does look great in these jeans.

**8. Dear Asshole Who Took My Wallet; you almost cost me my savings and I hope you fall down a flight of stairs.

**10. The number 9 bothers me.

**11. You are a horrible artist. Like seriously circles on MSpaint =/= inflation porn. ... not that mine is stellar, but goddamn. ... actually keep doing what you're doing, it makes me feel better about myself.

**12. it's 10pm im tired goodnight