Oh, don't mind me.

Alright. You. SUCK IT UP. No one likes the kid who milks everything. This is me being honest. Maybe it hurts. But you need to get over yourself. I mean it.

You. Also need to get over yourself, but differently than her. You need to learn respect. You need to realize that WE ARE NOT A DRUM CORP. We are a high school marching band. We are mediocre. I am proud of us, but that's the truth. Knee problems my ass. Now we have a move that can't be cleaned. (Great.)

You. I thought you were the secretly sweet guy who was just doing his best with a  dumb boss. And that thought was tainted today. You're supposed to be him. The guy. You know, that guy. Him. And now... well, now I'm not sure. And the thing is, I need to be sure. About everything. It's just this thing I have.

You. Speaking of sudden inconsistencies, I was surprised this morning. Mom said, "No wonder you don't do your homework."
Mrs. Thomas said, "If you can't do your homework, you can you expect to keep up in real life?"
Well you did your homework. It seems to be the 'real life' part where you're having trouble. You were the one I looked to for guidance. You were a fucking rock. And now that is unsure as well.

And you. You just fucking had to fucking tie it back to fucking college. Could you not tell that I was about to cry anyway?  You just thought I was pretending to be stupid. The truth is, I couldn't even hear you the first time because I heard this terrifying roaring in my ears and I felt light-headed. Sorry, next time I'll pay more attention.
I would have cried too. If you hadn't pressed the numb button. When it comes to my faults academically, I go numb. You should know that already.

Let me say again:
There is a reason I'm leaving.

But you don't listen anyway.


I hate being unsure. I have to know. Excuse me. I do my best. I just have to know.
That's the why for my everything.