I’ve found the source of all the stress I’ve practically been drowning in since Saturday. And guess what, she’s barely 5” tall even on her tiptoes! How can someone so small be so annoying? I mean, she’d have to stand on a chair to look me in the eye with my 5’6” frame. She probably wouldn’t get that far though. I’d push her off the moment both of her feet get off the ground. Not to mention, pray that both her legs break in the process.
Violent, I know. But what the heck… I’ve always let my emotions rule me. However, I think I’ve managed some semblance of control in this case. For me at least. Considering I haven’t killed her yet. I don’t usually put much effort to keep things from getting physical. A.) Because physically, I can hold my own. And B.) Because no one is stupid enough to push me that far. This little gremlin seems to enjoy watching me go over the edge. Brave. Stupid.
At lunch today, she actually grabbed his arm and opened up the topic that we’ve been avoiding since Saturday! Can you believe the nerve? I swear, it was a miracle that I let her be. All the while, I was fantasizing about running my fingers into her eyes and pulling her eyeballs out of their sockets. And even with the invisible daggers I was shooting at her, she didn’t stop. Gahd! Is she really that clueless?
This inconsiderate manipulative Barbie-wannabe doesn’t care who she hurts in the process of getting what she wants. And that’s in every aspect of her insignificant existence!
I can’t believe I actually used to like her! I tried to be her friend. I wanted that. But since May 24, she’s been a thorn in my side. One that refuses to come out no matter how unwanted I make her feel. Not like she’d care. My feelings are irrelevant.
So many good people have to tape up their feet just so she can stomp on them; just so she has her way—FYI: I don’t consider myself as a good person at this point. You don’t get to call yourself good when you fantasize about premeditated murder—Good people who see her as a friend still! Grrr! You don't deserve to be surrounded by such wonderful people when you’re such a monster!
I used to think it was all about her career. Maybe it is. But she’s eyeing a few bonus prizes along the way. I’ve said this time and again. I DON’T SHARE!
Violent, I know. But what the heck… I’ve always let my emotions rule me. However, I think I’ve managed some semblance of control in this case. For me at least. Considering I haven’t killed her yet. I don’t usually put much effort to keep things from getting physical. A.) Because physically, I can hold my own. And B.) Because no one is stupid enough to push me that far. This little gremlin seems to enjoy watching me go over the edge. Brave. Stupid.
At lunch today, she actually grabbed his arm and opened up the topic that we’ve been avoiding since Saturday! Can you believe the nerve? I swear, it was a miracle that I let her be. All the while, I was fantasizing about running my fingers into her eyes and pulling her eyeballs out of their sockets. And even with the invisible daggers I was shooting at her, she didn’t stop. Gahd! Is she really that clueless?
This inconsiderate manipulative Barbie-wannabe doesn’t care who she hurts in the process of getting what she wants. And that’s in every aspect of her insignificant existence!
I can’t believe I actually used to like her! I tried to be her friend. I wanted that. But since May 24, she’s been a thorn in my side. One that refuses to come out no matter how unwanted I make her feel. Not like she’d care. My feelings are irrelevant.
So many good people have to tape up their feet just so she can stomp on them; just so she has her way—FYI: I don’t consider myself as a good person at this point. You don’t get to call yourself good when you fantasize about premeditated murder—Good people who see her as a friend still! Grrr! You don't deserve to be surrounded by such wonderful people when you’re such a monster!
I used to think it was all about her career. Maybe it is. But she’s eyeing a few bonus prizes along the way. I’ve said this time and again. I DON’T SHARE!
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