Dear Mr. President,

Dear Mr. President,

Fuck you. Fuck you and everyone like you. You think you're so special. But you're not. None of you are any better than anyone else. And you sure as hell aren't any better than me.

I don't care what you think. I don't care what any of you think about me anymore. I used to care so much about what other people thought of me, but I can't afford to do that anymore. It killed me to know that I lived my life for other people. So I'm not going to do that anymore. I don't care what you think about me, so think whatever you want.

I also don't care if you report me. You probably will, but I don't give a shit. I could write this and not sign my name so that you knew my feelings but not that they were mine. But if I truly don't care what you think, why would I do that? So I'm not going to. You can go and run to the principle like the good little boy you are and get me in trouble for this. I'm ready for it and I don't care. You just need to know what's up.

So go ahead; run along to Principle Hodge and tattle on me. You are such a good boy after all. You have to be. You're the student council president.

Sincerely (and fuck you),
Dante Addams


Plot prompt by sainted swan.