It all began in the fifth grade, my hate for writing. My teacher, Miss L, she made the class write a whole story every day. She made us write fairy tales, real stories about our lives, poetry, all she did was make us write, write, write, write, write, write, write!!!!!! I'm not even good at it. I hated her she was a real butthole. This is where my real hate for writing, I got so mad at her once I gave her the bird and then she sent me to another place that was a little better I thought I hate these words I wish this computer broke and we did not have to do this it kills me.

Writing makes me just wanna die or I want so bad to just get up and leave from here, but I know I'll get in a lot of trouble if I go and do something stupid like that. You can't do nothing here you can live your everyday life like you do at home You  can't call people stupid cause that is “ bullying “ I hate this class and writing that's the only thing I hate especially writing the only reason I’m doing it is because she told me this was a requirement and i dont have the best grades I really wish I didn’t have to do all this stupid stuff. I got carpal tunnel my hands can’t be doing all this writing I swear they’re about to fall off , Constant migraines and headaches it’s so frustrating it makes me wanna punch myself in the forehead as hard as I can and beat my own head on the desk so that I might be able to get out of this place. It concerns me how bad I wanna strangle the life out of something. Writing is the devil's tool he uses it to make me angry writing is of the devil Bobby Buchae

I would literally rather lay in a pile of my own blood then write a paragraph about anything and writing is not a good hobby it is cruel and unusual punishment it should be in the bill of rights this is awful i hate writing i wanna go home.