EM: People... why I hate them

In all honesty, I have to question sometimes whether or not there's such a thing as a "good person" at all. I mean, not everyone is a "bad person", but we ALL do bad things. But it's when you truly poor your heart into something and involve those around you that you realize who can be pegged as a good person. Honestly, I devoted a solid three years of my life to a certain department that I loved quite dearly. I spent every waking hour of my free time doing things that would benefit that department and revolved my whole life around it. I lived and breathed for it and it honestly made me happier than anything else in the world. Now that this part of my life is over, and I'm pursuing other things as an adult, I find myself needing more and more help from those I love, those I need, THOSE I'VE HELPED. In what realm does it become at all mature or appropriate for a GROWN ADULT to rat our two teenagers selling cookies? After the years or work we did for you, the tears we cried and the BULLSHIT we put up with, you can't throw us a bone? You really have the gall to report us to the man and send us packing? It's times like this when you really know where people's priorities are. It all comes down to what they consider important; selling candy bars, or allowing to struggling kids to raise money for something they've invested all of themselves in and DESPERATELY need. It's ridiculous honestly, because they were still doing 10 times better than us anyway, so it's not even like we were stealing their thunder. So congrats those of you who did this, because you've shown your true colors and now you never need to worry about dealing with me, because I'm done with you. I'm done with the department, I'm done with the friendly visits, I'm done with the HELPING, and I'm done with the fake plastered smile on my face. You're no longer my superiors, I don't have to impress any of you, I don't need you, and I never did. You can all just FUCK OFF because when this is all done, it will put you so called "adults" to shame. It will be amazing, and it will be because of EMILY HURTIN and DREW CARTER. Don't forget those names later when you're getting your diaper changed at the retirement home my some guy named Molly, because we'll have moved on to bigger and better things, and you'll be able to say "wow, I really should have been an adult, got a life, and moved on too." And then, I'LL LAUGH. Because I'm a respectful person, yeah, sure, BUT MESS WITH ME AND YOU'RE FUCKED FOR LIFE