wow. get a life.

honestly… you bitch. you are really going to go into the art room and fucking mess with my work!? I don’t give a fuck if it was just a clay tester, you do NOT fucking touch my shit, or fuck up my shit. you’re a scum bag and a shady bitch. 

grow the fuck up.

A month or so ago in ceramics we made clay testers. We rolled the clay in a ball and then squeeze it. This girl at my school went into the back room of the art room after my tester was done and glazed and fired, and she seriously just like stuffed clay in the finger holes. Like BITCH PLEASSEEE! I did not ever do anything to you. I realized how terrible of a fucking person you were and I told you I didnt wanna be your friend. GET OVER IT. 

You’ll get yours, bitch.

and, of  course she will just deny it if I confront her about it. She’s also been stealing out of our art substitutes  desk! She got called out on it today and was like “You’re really gonna accuse me?” Like, dude. You are a thief. You’ve stolen my MONEY! I wouldn’t put it past her.