Entry # 6


Dear rude boys in my class,

I'm not sure what's going on in those small brains of yours, but for some reason you think I can't hear you. I mean, you're talking from across the whole freaking room, so how can I not when you talk that loud? It gets ridiculous when you sit right in front of me and talk about me or take pictures of me; my eyes and ears work perfectly fine, stupidheads.

I guess I'm just saying that if you want to complain about a body that doesn't belong to you, you should say it to my face. I'd be more than happy to change your views; my knuckles work perfectly fine too.

Sincerely yours,

— Savanna xoxo

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-the sass is strong with this one-