Talk:Tsuchigomori/@comment-44908672-20200322180932

i want tsuchigomori-sensei to fail me. i want him to grade my tests and see i'm failing, and hold me back after class. i want him to say, "i expect better from you, ten. you're smart, but you don't apply yourself." and i'll say "yeah, sure, whatever, ok," but change nothing, like i always do. over the course of the school year, i want him to look at me with disappointment, and i'll hide my shame with indifference. he'll say, "you're throwing your future away, what are you going to do with your life?" like all my teachers. i'll laugh and make a comment about mcdonald's. time skip 50 years. i don't graduate. i'm a panhandler, a homeless beggar on the side of the road. my mom's kicked me out and i cut contact with my dad out of shame. tsuchigomori-senpai walks by my refrigerator box. i'll say, "yo, teach, can ya spare a buck?" and then he'll say, "pathetic. this is why i hate kids." and then i want him to crush my old, arthritis-ridden body into a ball with his spider arms in annoyance, and make a three-point throw with my corpse into a garbage truck. then, and only then, will i be able to die happy. the only thing of value in my entire pathetic, useless, parasitic existance. thank you. santa, hanako, genie, satan, god: if any one of you are reading this, please make this happen i'll give you $2 and a nissin chicken ramen flavor packet please thanks