I hate people.
I usually have mean thoughts about them.
Sometimes I try not to say them out loud.
My walk home from school today was accompanied by a nice long rant about the kid who lives down the street from me.
It went somewhat like this:
I hate you. I hate you so much. Every time I hear your stupid cowboy boots click on the pavement I hate you. I hate your jacket. No, it's not even a jacket. It's a fucking trench coat. I hate it. P.S. It's the 21st century. And it's not wartime in America. Put your stupid trench coat back. I hope you realize how stupid you look. Because you look stupid. And I hate you.
On the bright side, I had a good long conversation with my teacher in French today. I felt competent. And it made me smile.
Oh, and they call the wind Maria.
That makes me smile too.
Is it funny that I know which person you are referring to in this? And I pretty much agree.
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