This one takes place after the teacher leaves the room in 205.
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"I think you'll need to seriously consider weather your able to meet the requirements."
What?
What is that suppost to mean?
Just because my hand was flipping out, I need to consider leaving? What the fuck did I do wrong?
Really what did I do?
Get in the way of Hobbs batting practice?
I just don't get what I ever did do that guy to make him so angry!!!
Besides jerk him off and tell the whole school I mean. You know what he deserved it, he practically begged me to touch him and he treated me like shit afterwards, he got what was coming to him.
First it's my ability to attend school without being harassed.
Then he took away my ability to draw.
My ability to get close to someone came with the package deal as well.
He even took away my ability to FUCK!
(That one was a fuckin doosey, I can't believe Hobbs's attack made me scared of Brian)
Now he's taking away my ability to get on with my life!
The guy ruined my entire life already, so why must he keep taking from me?
Besides Brian and my family, artistry is all I have. I live and breath for art. No matter what was going on I could grab a pad and a pencil and get lost in a place where my problems didn't exist. I could be happy in my own little world for hours on end when I was in the zone.
But not this time.
Because Hobbs took that away from me to.
I am nothing now. I can't draw, I'm still paranoid, I still have the occasional nightmare.
I hate Chris Hobbs and what he did to me, because the results still control me.
The bashing still dictates my life and I fucking hate it.
So you know what, fuck it.
I tried and I failed I can't do what is asked of me and I am obviously not wanted so that's it.
I quit.
