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i tried to go back to class, but i can't. i don't think i've done class since my mother has passed away. and i've just decided that all of you people around here suck. whether you suck at life, suck at school, suck dick... you all suck.myself excluded ofcourse, because i am fucking fantastic. well, speaking of school i went today. today was my first class since my mother had died and well, it just didn't go well. i thought it would have since i actually read the entire book that i was supposed to, and i was ready to be quizzed. the teacher did quiz us, but i failed miserably. i got a wonderful zero, my mind was just not focusing on anything school related at all. it was focused on some whore who, this morning as well, ripped my heart out of my chest and just continued to stomp on it. as if she was doing a dance on it. but that's fine, she wanted something else, and i'm okay with that. let her walk around with her big fake smile upon her lips, knowing inside she's miserable as fuck. i will no longer be a part of your life by choice, natalie. you can come beg me later on to take you back, but i will not. like i told you... mark my words. ...test me, really.
and on that note, children, like i'm sure all of you had expected... i will be taking a break from you all. i will be going home to my father, and to my friends, who actually give a flying fuck. i was able to speak to my guidance counselor and she advised me to just take the entire term off since it just started and i'll be missing a lot if i travel all the way back to ireland. so that's what i'm doing. or maybe i'll take a term of college over ont he other side of the pond, either way, i'm sure it doesn't concern any of you much. well i just tried to get some tickets and everything is sold out for another two days. i'll be around for two days. if you see me, and you know i'm pissed at you, look the other way. i don't want to be bothered. i will not be staying here where all of you fucking cokeheads roam around me and create drama for no other reason than you're miserable and alone and have nothing better to do. no one try to get in touch with me, i'll come back and just kill you, really.
connor.
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