you are such a bitch acting silly acting cute acting funky acting cool
pretending you are oh-my-fucking-goodness so unique and so oh-my-bootylicious unconventional.
running around trying increase your own publicity
desperate for attention desperate for love desperate for someone to f-ing listen to you.

you.

the whole f-ing work revolves around you.

you you you you you!!!

everything you say is all about yourself. everything you sprout to everyone is about yourself.
you read you write you breathe you sleep you get bored you walk around and you think
oh-my-fucking-goodness why the-fuck me me me me me me me me me.

you are amongst company not friends but just company because nobody is truly your friend because your heart is so full of yourself it has no space for other people.
they speak and you hear them half-distractedly with your ears but you never bother to listen with your heart.

but no
you pretend that it is not so you pretend that the whole f-ing world is your friends and oh-my-fucking-goodness how much they so adore and love you.

you disgust me and i abhor you.

i put aside all the bull about respecting people the way they are because
you are simply loathesome because
you have encroached into my private space and circle and
you are contaminating the whole pool of my circle
tainting it with your frivolous narcissism.
you bring your own decay with you and instead of seeking salvation by humbling yourself and deflating your conceited-windbag-of-a-soul you persist in your pursuit of personal gratification and contentment.

get a grip, bitch, get a life.

but before that, get the hell outta mine cuz you make me oh-so-f-u-c-k-i-n-g sick.