To whom it may concern

Wow, YOU, of all people, look down on me? Hah, that's so very fucking rich I'm at a loss for words right now. I won't say tacky lines like "How dare you" and shit like that, but I'll make sure that I'm back on track so that a scum like you won't ever think I'm in the same league as you. Because you're NOT, and I'll prove it this year. I don't fucking need your antics whenever I see you. I'm already regaining my confidence as it is, and I don't need anyone to say otherwise. I thought you were my friend. You obviously aren't and never was. I'm going to straighten my life without you, and you'll be sorry that you ever messed with me. Hell, seeing that you're a fucking sore loser, you'll probably curse me all you can rather than feeling sorry - I guess that's just who you are, something I can't help with. I actually think when my anger wears off in a few days, I'll start thanking you, for reigniting that fire in me to work harder and do my best everyday. Because I now think I can step it up from what I've been doing so far, rather than feeling a little bored from doing same old repetitive routines everyday. Fuck you asshole, but thanks for kicking me when I was down - I was able to make my mind up about going back onto the right track thanks to that. You know who I'm talking about, although you won't likely ever read this. But I will come back to this piece of writing from time to time, to remind myself of what piece of shit you are/were to me, so that I won't lose my determination to work harder.

Let's go Ian, don't let any worthless scumbags tell you that they're better than you. You know damn well that's not true, if you just put your 100% everyday and do your best.

12/Feb/2012 Ian K.