Day 22
A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.
Ahem.
Dear Bathroom Door,
I am aware you're used to my sister and I just barging in your humble abode whenever we feel like it, even when we'd rather be anywhere else. And I know that sometimes it can get irritating having us there for a few minutes (hopefully) and just leaving you with our... leftovers. But that doesn't mean you have to turn into a bitter twat and take out your frustrations on my fucking foot.
You are supposed to swing open when I grab for you and pull, which is what doors DO. That is your basic function and the only reason why you exist. But you just had to be a rebel. You had to be special. You had to stop halfway through causing me to run into you feet-first like the ass you truly are. I hope you're ready for the repercussions aka wrath I will be displaying in the days to come.
Next time I visit you I will have you wishing you had never been installed, here or anywhere. Mark my words, you will regret your shameful actions.
Bitch.
- Me
P.S. I hate you.
Ahem.
Dear Bathroom Door,
I am aware you're used to my sister and I just barging in your humble abode whenever we feel like it, even when we'd rather be anywhere else. And I know that sometimes it can get irritating having us there for a few minutes (hopefully) and just leaving you with our... leftovers. But that doesn't mean you have to turn into a bitter twat and take out your frustrations on my fucking foot.
You are supposed to swing open when I grab for you and pull, which is what doors DO. That is your basic function and the only reason why you exist. But you just had to be a rebel. You had to be special. You had to stop halfway through causing me to run into you feet-first like the ass you truly are. I hope you're ready for the repercussions aka wrath I will be displaying in the days to come.
Next time I visit you I will have you wishing you had never been installed, here or anywhere. Mark my words, you will regret your shameful actions.
Bitch.
- Me
P.S. I hate you.