The Ripped Soul

I see you sitting in that chair. Pants pulled SO high up, that in my school, people will be slamming you for being such a soya. I look at you, hair gelled like a fucked geek, wearing specs that go down to your nose. You start blabbering on and on and on, on what you can make do, and what you can't. Then he says why she can't come. You just had to open your big fucking mouth and say what an excuse it was. Exams. Study, don't study, also fail. Know how much of an asshole you are? Would you like it if your kids stopped studying - when their exams are just hours away - just to attend a fucking meeting? Thats the reason why WE were there, you fat bastard. We were taking her place. We were seeing what was said. We were at the meeting to see and hear what would be happening in the next few months. We didn't go there to freeze in the air con and hear you bitch and gossip. WE REPRESENTED THE YOUTH CHOIR, ASSHOLE. THE CHOIR SHE HAPPENS TO BE IN CHARGE OF. The way you said it, it was like as if the youth didnt even bother attending the meeting. That for her to start studying for her exams is wrong. Well, FUCK YOU, you incoherent fat fucking bastard. She said you aren't as bad now. HOW I BEG TO FUCKING DIFFER AFTER LAST NIGHT.


I'm just so upset now. My mother has been screaming at me for getting involved in church politics. Then she has been screaming at me for taking part so actively in everything. NIB, chalets... etc. Then she screams at me about next year. SHE STILL THINKS I WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT FUCKING DREADFUL PLACE. I don't know what to say anymore. I don't even think I want to say anything. I feel like I'm in a tight fucked fix, you know?

About church politics. Yesterday I went for the meeting, not because I wanted to, not because I HAD to like as if I was forced into it. I NEEDED TO GO FOR IT. Why? Because I knew that if I didn't go, nobody would. Elvin had his altar servers meeting. He pushed the role to ALOY. If Aloy went alone, he'll just fuck everything up. So I had Aloy and Andrea to keep me company in that room. Aloy still fucked everything up. He and his all-guitar mass when the organist isn't around. Sigh.

But whoa. The bitching. Just look at the bitching. The gossipping. AND IT WAS JUST ONE FUCKING MEETING.

Now I know why Uncle James took cover. After mass, he went back asap. He didn't stay, he didn't chat with us or whatever. He went off like the wind. But he did give hints on what was so sucky about this ministry before he went up for mass.

Whatever man. Sorry to say, but if Dawn leaves, I'm good as gone as well. This is just fucked up. WE HAVE THE TALENTS OF BEING A GOOD CHOIR. Despite that old fucker's saying. We don't have basso. The boys don't sound like men. The sopranos can't even make it. The altos are always born with the voice. We either have it, or don't. And in our case, we don't.

FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH.

God forgive me. Just don't understand why he ALWAYS has to compare us to choirs which have the BEST of the BEST. Which sound amazing. We may not be amazing. But we're good enough. For YOUTHS who don't have ANY guidance on how to sing properly etc. Born with THE voice, voices not matured, voices are raw..

GO RECORD YOUR OWN SINGING AND TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK, YOU OLD FAG! YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE PAVAROTTI OR MICHAEL BUBLE AS WELL, YOU KNOW?