I hate you
You’re a bitch
The word bitch is too nice. it’s too friendly. It’s what I call my mom when we’re joking around.
You aren’t a bitch. You’re a self absorbed, you’re arrogant, you’re a whore, you’re self righteous, you’re fake … and beyond the mediocre things that define who you are, to an increasing number of people around you, you’re mean. And me? Yeah I might be weird and emotional and over protective - but I’ll grow out of that, I’ll move on as life gets out of unstable high school. But you? You’ll be worthless forever.
Sure, I’m the one venting over tumblr to like 18 people that follow me, but you’re spreading your bullshit all over the fucking school and guess what? When I look back at this situation and laugh, and my life is together - like I promise it will be. I’ll be proud - of how I acted and how I kept my integrity and was the best person I could be. But you? You’ll still be there. In high school. Believing the same things you do now. People like you don’t change.
You’re a bitch. Not just the kind I thought you were, where there’s no real depth to just how cruel and immature you are, you’re an ignorant, crazy person. I’m sorry you have to drag me into you’re crazy schemes to move past your grudges. Go fuck yourself.
You lose. Everytime.