I desire to stand by the ocean and watch the weaves as I write down my anger on a white sheet of paper with black ink. Letting it all out. Just so the cold wind can refresh my mind, as I am being sad for the last time this year. Maybe this one time, I would get it all out once in for all, and toss it in the ocean. Watching the paper getting wet and tearing apart until each sentence is less than a word and each word, less than a letter. Because thats how disappointed I am of you. Ashamed, even. It will be like you never existed. Consider it as me kicking your ass out of my future, that you so hardly do not deserve to be part of. You destroyed my childhood, I will not let you destroy my future. I deserve far better than that. With that said, I need to find the nearest ocean.