So it's the end of the day and I look over to the school auditorium and I see my height induced hard work gone to waste because of some reason I don't know!!! They painted over something that would make me feel cherished for that year.. It wasn't even a year since I painted the north and south gallery all because the new teacher didn't like it.. so now my heart is broken I want to cry and I have been violated by the fact that some stupid idiot's work is better then mine! WTF IS THAT!!!! all they painted was a stupid mic with curtains.. I painted tragedy and comedy! and people working hard to get a set done! but that wasn't enough for the new guy!! F**K HIM! I hope he dies in his own decaying filth! Now I'm really going to hide in a rock until I find the bastard who defiled me!! If you ever worked so hard on something in your life and felt that is was perfect until someone else destroys how would that make you feel!! I'm obviously sickened by it! I CANNOT BARE TO LOOK AT YOU HUMANS ANY LONGER!!!!

*hides under rock*