"I'm serious, after you I'm going to roundhouse kick the world."

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Wow, it has totally been a while. I hope to start updating once i am out of school for good. Speaking of school...
I'm not supposed to be here, I seriously don't even want to be here, but what keeps calling me back to this place are the memories made. I figured that this will be my last time in the school aside from my last provincial exam and the day we get our yearbooks- that sort of shite. Why not write one last little goodbye journal to the school? Okay, here it goes.

Dear DSS,

Wow, it's been five years already, has it? The years have not been kind to you, I'll tell you that, and it's only going to get worse. Now a days you go through so many window replacements than a drug junkie with a year supply of free refills at a pharmacy. Knowing you, DSS, you probably have a few (lol understatement) students who are junkies. Even with all this stupid bullshit that my friends and I have gone through I'm not going to be too big to admit that I had fun here- those few times were great times.
Now, I'm not going to lie to you but thanks to you i lost a lot of good friends and I'm kind of pissed at that. I guess I've obtained a lot of knowledge over the years, but really, most of it was just street smarts; otherwise, there was nothing new, I just got to develop what I had previously learned. Thanks for helping me hate people a little bit more than I should. It's great.
I've always looked up fore you in the past, getting pissed of at some of the little miscreants who put their feet up on the seats in your theater, or the snot nosed punks pretending to be though shit on your grounds, or (more recently) catching the grasshoppers that were set lose inside of you. I remember even doing quite a lot of good deeds, but never really getting anything in return... cheapskate.
I guess I guess I better wrap this up, DSS, because you really aren't worth anymore time and effort. So, in short- you've let me down over the years and you owe me.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want a refund.

Kiss my ass. Have a nice life, stay out of mine,
- Hazel.

PS: I once had to heavily tape up a book before I gave it back to the library. I thought you'd like to know.