I was walking past my old primary school today, specifically where my year three class was. The demountable we used as a class was removed a little while ago. And I'm glad, I don't need to be reminded of year three. That was hell. My year three teacher, I don't know if you're on here. But if you are, fuck you. You made my life miserable and my best friend's as well for a whole year. You lowkey enabled our class thief and even though everyone knows who it was, you never got her in trouble. You picked on me all year and made me hate school. And literally because I was a slow writer, who then became a messy one because you rushed me. Then you had my sister the next year, who was in year one at that point, and made her life miserable as well just because you disliked me.
Fuck you. I hope you're happy.















