I hate you

I hate you.
I fucking hate you.

Do you have any idea what you do to people?
Do you have any idea what other people think of you?
Do you have any idea about anything other than yourself?

Of course not.
Your you remember?
Everything is about you.
Who cares about anyone else?
Of course they don’t matter!
As if they would matter?
As if you give a flying fuck about them?

But you still pretend you do.
Because you want to seem like the most perfect angel, sent down from heaven, just to serve all these silly humans. But you see, you are actually so far above them, so much more superior than them, that you don’t really pay any attention because you know so much more than they do.

Fuck my arse they do.
What you don’t realise that you are actually the insuperior one to the rest of us. Its your insecurity that makes you look down your nose at the rest of us, when it actually should be the other way around. Do you have any idea, and idea at all?

Would it surprise you if I told you that everyone hates you?
Yes, probably.
Because you don’t pay attention to anyone except yourself, because as if anyone else is worth your precious time! That time is better spent thinking about yourself! Duh!

But yes, everyone does hate you.
You want to know why everyone hates you?
Because you’re so fucking fake.
Because you’re so fucking judgemental.
Because you act so fucking innocent when you fucking well are not.
Because you try so hard to be perfect, but you try too hard, and everyone can see that.
No one likes a tryhard.

I’ve seen what you do to other people.
For certain reasons, in the past I have watched you, observed you. I suppose you could say that I am like my topaz: I watch and observe and learn things I shouldn’t. So I knew the truth about you. I knew how much of a fucking bitch you are.

Other people, they are more easily deceived. That’s what you do to everyone, you deceive them, lie to them, mislead them into thinking you are someone who you fucking well are not. All they see is what you show them, the perfect, good at everything, little angel. Daddy’s little girl. The star of the show. Who everyone wants to be but can't. You deceive them because at least you are smart enough to realise that if everyone saw the fucking truth, well they wouldn’t like it. But you know what? Humans, even though they are hardly animals any more, they still have instincts about who to trust, who not to trust.
And not one of them trusts you.

Like I said, everyone hates you. Despises you, and even if they don’t realise it, they can see through your little facade. Which is why they all hate you. And I know this. You have no idea how many people have said to me “Yeah, I really don’t like her.”
But like you realise! Your way too self-absorbed to realise this. All you can think about is yourself; you, you, you, its all about you.
Wake up princess.
Its not all about fucking you.
Actually, come to think of it, hardly anything is really about you.
We just like to make you think its about you, just to keep you happy.

Yes, we can all play your little game. The game of hiding your true self. Only we have a much easier job. See, we only have to pretend to you that we like you. You have to pretend to all of us that you like as, that you care about each and every one of us. We all know you really don’t.

You know, I really do not like the word ‘bitch’.
It’s crude and vulgar and disgusting. It’s insulting.
Which is why I’m calling you one.
You fucking, arsewiping, snivelling, shitty, little bitch.

All you fucking do is bitch about people behind their backs. You then fucking turn around and pretend to be their best friend! Who the fuck does that?! I’ve watched you build up great friendships, where your best friend loves you beyond belief (of course you don’t know exactly how much because you don’t ever pay them that much attention because you are just so busy thinking about yourself) but the moment they get too close, the moment you think you are at risk of them finding out your secret and finding the real you, you push them away, break them, hurt them so badly.

You have such a wonderful best friend at the moment. She loves you beyond doubt.
If you fucking dare to fucking turn around and fucking break her, I fucking swear, you will have me to answer to. And like you, I have played the game of hiding myself to everyone. Because I am so much more stronger than I look, stronger than I think you realise.

You know, I used to think it was unfair.
It was unfair that God had made you were so perfect, so wonderful, you had such a perfect life and everyone wants to be friends with you.
But then I realised that no actually, God had made it quite equal, in the end. He has made you such a fucking bitch that no matter how good you may seem at something, you will never be good at the things that count, like being a good person. You can only pretend to be a good person, unlike the rest of us who are not top shit at everything we do, but at least we have good hearts.

You’re just so fucking fake it makes me sick.
I actually feel sorry for you because you have to try so hard to get people to like you. And even then they are only pretending.
Because no one likes a tryhard.
Especially one who tries as hard as you do.

I'm sick of listening to you bitch about other people, people who are so much more perfect than you, and all you can do is pick at their flaws. You don't see their beauty because you are so busy comparing yourself to them and then thinking up ways you can be better than them. And I'm sick of listening to you complain about your perfect fucking life. You get it so fucking easy you don't even realised. The rest of us have to stuggle along, find our own way their. You, it's just given to you on a silver fucking platter.

You’re so fucking hypocritical, so fucking bitchy, so fucking false, so fucking full of yourself, so fucking up yourself you don’t see they fucking sun shine. And everyone knows it. Everyone is sick of it. And another thing? I said this the other day. On a scale of one to ten for maturity level? Yeah, your in the fucking negatives, princess.

Grow up.
Get some maturity.
Stop bitching about other people.
The whole world isn’t about you.

And stop being so fucking fake.