Dear "friend", Are you so unhappy with your own life that you strive to make the content people miserable? Make no mistake after listening to your immature tirade I do not end up becoming miserable with my own life just because you say your life is better, but because I have to share breathing space with yourself and speak the same language that you do. Oh how I wish you spoke Swahili so I wouldn't understand what the f*** you are saying. I pity your overconfidence. You are not better than me. Wherever have you received this thought from? Living off your boyfriend and your parents is not a career for your information. For the last 2 days you have been ridiculing me for taking prescription medicine, No you ignorant b**** I am not popping pills like you say. I don't live on them because I cannot get through my day like you normally. And no, I don't give a damn if you think I am fat, at least that's better than the s*** you are trying to pull. Oh and you judge me for the books I read. At least I can read! You illiterate fool. Reading cliff notes or watching the movie version isn't the same dear pretentious b****. Yes you think that the books I read are pointless and being me I'd love them. But what I really would absolutely love is buy book on personality and hit you over the head with it repeatedly. Sigh. Oh and how your beliefs are so twisted. No I do not argue, I know you are trying to prove a stereotype about your kind, but I kid you not all you achieve is giving me a headache (no, you do not prove your intellectual superiority to me.) I want to question the naive soul has been stroking your ego thereby creating you. A mouth that refuses to shut.
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