that's not how your fucking name is spelled and you fucking know it.

one of the things that bothers me most about humans is the sense of entitlement they can achieve if they think about themselves too much.

you are not the best dancer of the group. you have missed my rehearsals in the past because you just didn't give a shit. and you do not know the intensity of my schedule, so you can shut the fuck up right goddamn now.

it's a shame you will never read this, because i just don't have the energy to let you know that your schedule and your life is no more important than mine, dear. i hope someone else will clue you in, because i simply could give two shits about you.

~k.