I don't want to waste my energy loathing someone like you.
I don't know who you think you are, but that you would premeditate such a speech and deliver it behind my back shows how underhanded you are. And hiding from us? Avoiding us? You're a coward.
You think you can just toy with our lives like we're some lost puppies that you forcibly take in one day, dictate over, and then throw out when you tire of? We're not your fucking pets, we're human beings, and clearly we're more adult than you ever will be because we don't need to screw up other people's lives in order to feel better about our own. We don't pretend to face a rosy Reality the way you do, for we know Reality for what it really is and we know who you are for what you really are (*&^@%#$^*).
Whatever good karma you may have gathered in the past, you just blew yesterday. All of it. Gone. I hope it all comes back to you now. I hope it's tripled.
I want to see it when it does.
But other than that, I never want to see you again. Even if you are in the room, you are nonexistent to my eyes. You are air--no, air is above you. You are the little particles of dust in the air that tickles our noses, the allergic cause of our distress, and the object of our curses. I hope you will be reminded of me and regret for the rest of your life. I hope you never forget, because I know I never forgive.
I'm going to buy myself an air cleaner and change you out of my life. One of those pink ones in the shape of a pig, something funny that makes me smile and doesn't remind me of you.
You think you can just toy with our lives like we're some lost puppies that you forcibly take in one day, dictate over, and then throw out when you tire of? We're not your fucking pets, we're human beings, and clearly we're more adult than you ever will be because we don't need to screw up other people's lives in order to feel better about our own. We don't pretend to face a rosy Reality the way you do, for we know Reality for what it really is and we know who you are for what you really are (*&^@%#$^*).
Whatever good karma you may have gathered in the past, you just blew yesterday. All of it. Gone. I hope it all comes back to you now. I hope it's tripled.
I want to see it when it does.
But other than that, I never want to see you again. Even if you are in the room, you are nonexistent to my eyes. You are air--no, air is above you. You are the little particles of dust in the air that tickles our noses, the allergic cause of our distress, and the object of our curses. I hope you will be reminded of me and regret for the rest of your life. I hope you never forget, because I know I never forgive.
I'm going to buy myself an air cleaner and change you out of my life. One of those pink ones in the shape of a pig, something funny that makes me smile and doesn't remind me of you.