Stop Talking Trash, You Pathetic Wannabe!
it was so outrageous i didn't know if i should laugh or cry. or just scratch her eyes out. to a certain extent i am annoyingly flattered. to be the object of someone's obsession, no matter if she's the biggest social climbing sociopathic bitch i've had the displeasure of meeting, is still cause for a couple of good guffaws.
to you, you little gold-digging pariah -
please, is your life so innately unsatisfying that you choose to fixate on my life and how i live it? it's not my fault that you are a pretentious wannabe with delusions of grandeur. i can ban you from that stupid place you always aspire to go to, dontcha know that? i was not aware that you so desperately want to be an A-lister ( not that I cIaim to be one - I am not an A-lister and will never be one) that you brag about your connections to every random person that you meet? your frantic clawing at the bottom of the social ladder makes my stomach turn.
i don't understand why i am your favorite topic of conversation when we don't even know each other that well. i've never liked you and your social climbing antics, which is why i would never hang out with you on my own volition. even though we shared a mutual allergic reaction to each other's presence , i never spoke a mean word about you, and it never crossed my mind that you would have this insane vendetta against me. my gosh, the most superficial of encounters hardly gives you the right to comment on me and my life. truth be told, if i was such a non-entity to your psychopathic existence, then why waste 75% of your time spreading venom about me? i actually would not mind so much if you just pass judgment against me - anyone's entitled to their own opinion, and if you don't like me, that's ok. but to blatantly fabricate stories? you are a pathetic, laughable tranny. ooops, correction, you are not a tranny, you just look like one. even the trannies would disown you and your horrifying behavior.
i always thought you were as dumb as a platinum trashcan, but i never realized you were THAT royally insane. let's see if you have enough IQ points in that ugly head of yours to realize it's you i'm talking about. i am so itching for a fight, the only thing that's stopping me is my love and respect for certain people who would be caught in the middle. i dare you to say the things you've been saying to my face. cmon, please be real for once in your life. or is that a foreign concept to you? do not cross my path again, or else i might just forget all pretensions of social decency and just tear your overtreated hair out.