Everyone wants to blame shit on their past. No one wants to grow a pair and realize it don't matter if your parents beat you, it don't matter if you went your whole childhood eatin' stale pop-tarts, it don't matter if you never got a hug from your mommy an' your brothers made you kill the neighbor's cat for fun. Cry, cry, cry about it. I'm this way not 'cause of my past, I'm this way 'cause I chose to be. Quit trying to dig into my mind and justify my actions.
You can't smoke in here, sir.
That's another thing. You think just 'cause you got a diploma and some fancy 'doctor' title you can tell me what to do. See this shit? I don't give a damn to respect you, sir, I ain't here by choice. What are you gonna do? Kick me out and assure the school I'm a hopeless little heathen? Nothing can be done, this boy is neglected, take him away! Put 'em in the system! Ya ever seen his parents before? His brothers? Hey, watch this.
Mr. Moore, this behavior is strictly prohibited. If you don't compromise with me I can't help you, and if I can't help you then I don't have any choice but to get officials involved-- are you... are you putting that out in my sofa!? What are you doing?!?!
Ha, look at your face. Tryin' so hard to be professional but really you just wanna punt me in the dick, don'tcha? Anyway, report me all you'd like, it won't matter 'cause I ain't goin' back there. Cheers, asshole.
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