I knew this was going to bring myself to tears. I looked at him. He continued to talk. He never knew what I was going through. He acted as if he understood my predicament, my situation, my life story. I hated that. Why must they act as though they know everything, when they don't even half of the whole thing? I hated the way they talked, obnoxious counselors who think they can solve everything by saying they've had something worse. Don't they know that it makes us feel small? Don't they know that our story is just as important to us as theirs were to them? Is it so difficult to understand that? Stop saying all those words of "wisdom". I know that I'm not supposed to do the actions that I did, but I had my own reason. To you, my life is part and parcel of your ticket to another expensive restaurant, another file you keep with all the other files in your metal drawers. It irks me to see you pretend to care.
Why must you act so lively? I don't care anymore. I know you're trying to talk sense into me, but I know none of it is going to go in. I can choose to listen to them but I know, I'm just gonna scream my lungs out and cry my tears dry. Is that what you want? Why can't you think of it from my point of view? Appreciate the feelings I am going through. I don't want this to happen, you know? I may get moody, I may get rough, but that's because I'm a teenager. What can you expect? My feelings are very vital to my survival. I hate you for looking down on my feelings. I hate you.
