B,
It doesn’t make sense how you can demand one thing, and act the complete opposite.
You show up, unannounced, and fuck up everyone’s day. We all hate you; we all talk shit about you. When you’re not around, it’s gloriously quiet, and stress free.
You fucked me up last night; so bad I couldn’t eat. You killed my mood and had me second guessing myself all night. I hate that you have so much power over me. It kills me that you can take everything from me, just because you feel like being a dick.
You’re one of the worst people I know. I’ve known others like you, but they’ve never intimidated me the way you do. Your presence in my life is a dark cloud. I can’t get my head right. I carry that anxiety with me, and it bleeds out on people.
My feels like it’s in shambles. I feel so out of control, and I fucking hate it. And I know you sit up on your throne, so sure of your own righteousness, that you either can’t see or don’t care what you’re doing to people.
Fuck you, you bloviating windbag. I live to see you eat a huge helping of all the bullshit you spew. Until then, I’ll continue to silently curse your name.
1.7562 Billion Miles 