Yurusenai! (Way Out West)

*SEETHE.*

Fine, bitch. When I get an A and you don't get shit, you'll regret turning your back on me and marching off IN THE MIDDLE OF A FRIENDLY SENTENCE.

OMG WTF YOU started talking TO ME. Otherwise I would have kept my mouth entirely shut like I do all the time, because talking doesn't do me one damn bit of good, and, in fact, usually just hurts whatever station I had by being quiet.

THESE PEOPLE ARE SO RUDE.

I'mma eat Pocky and drink ocha and pretend I'm not white and sulk. Roughly in that order.

WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO?

I'm polite and I'm quietish and I have the right answers and a sense of humor and YOUR PRECIOUS "GROUP PARTICIPATION SKILLS" THAT MAKE ME WANT TO FUCKING VOMIT.

WHAT THE HELL ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME.

I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU LIKE ME.

OR I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ALL. OR DROP DEAD.

Alternatively, I could always cry some more.