when you realize that laundry is more important to your own father than him seeing you climb. this has become one of my passions and he’s missed out on so much of my life already. out of the countless amounts of dance performances i’ve had, he only saw one, not even my first one. and when i asked him today to come watch and help me climb, he said no. he had to do laundry instead. he’s sitting on a fucking couch telling his only daughter that having wrinkle-free clothes is much more important than supporting the things she’s passionate about. this has literally brought me to tears. what kind of father are you, you fucking bastard.
you were a huge class to say the least. filled mostly with douchebags and cunts. but i will give you this. you guys changed me. i grew a thick ass skin because of you’re terrible comments and criticism. so yes. fuck all of you for tearing me down and ripping me apart. stabbing me in the back and betraying me. you guys fuckin changed my life. partly in a bad way. but i’m so much fucking stronger now because of your terrible actions. but there were the few that stood by me through all of it. listened to my cries and never left my side. so.
class of 2012.
fuck all of you. i’m so fucking glad i’ll never have to see 99% of you ever again. but to that 1%…see you around ;)