the politics of bullshit
you go after the guy, the guy doesn't like you, the guy plays you and drops you, all in a month.
for blame you look to other people. to a really really nice girl who was never anything but nice to you. to my sister who did nothing ever to you, whose only fault was she got the guy you wanted. to me who's so obviously the one to blame, cause after all, i'm the bitch right? i told you to drop the guy to get him for my sister right?
of course none of it was oyur fault. cause you never fell into the vicious trap of being assuming after a conversation here and a text message there. cause you never developed feelings of hate for the ex of the guy cause you felt she was upstaging you. cause you never rolled your eyes or glared daggers or did anything with your eyes that could in anyway be remotely construed as evil. you never did anything like that and you never got caught not just by me but by a neutral party, a couple of them actually. you never did anything like that. you're a freakin ray of sunshine, all magna cum laude hot fashionista chick princess type that you are.
you couldn't possibly be capable of doing shit like that.
right? except you did.
and i, infinitely bitchy totally brutally frank person that i am, i was the best person to blame.
you couldn't touch nice girl. no way. or you'd be dead. that's why you went out of your way to talk to her and assure her and apologize to her.
you couldn't touch the guy. cause he'd just laugh at you cause you know what, HE NEVER LIKED YOU. HE WAS PLAYING WITH YOU. and you were stupid enough to play a game with an expert.
but you could touch me. you could say pitiful things about my sister and you could touch me.
so you did. you played the pity game.
the crying here and there, the asking for advice here and there, the little insinuations here and there. and when i found out and came after you, you came out the winner, cause you, princess that you are, you played the pity card. and to think i wentall nice and gentle with you.
the thing with speaking the truth is, i can do that in front of the group we belong to and as pitiful as you are, there's no way out for you.
but never mind right? that was august and this is april. and things like that should be long past right?
apparently not.
you try to suss out something with a mutual "friend" who gives you away and when you find out i know you do the best thing to do in situations like that.
you panic and cry.
scared? that i'll really give it to you this time?
why are you crying and why are you scared if you didn't do anything?
if you want war, to my face. do it in-your-face.
stop acting like such a lawyer when you're not even one yet.
as smart as you are and as bitchy as i am, you might come out the superficial winner. but the thing is, it doesn't matter. cause you are messing with someone who doesn't care about making enemies of fake friends. you are messing with someone who won't play your game.
you better make sure you line up all the blockmates you can line up. cause if you piss me off any more, no open forum in the world will rival the open fucking forum i'll give you.
for blame you look to other people. to a really really nice girl who was never anything but nice to you. to my sister who did nothing ever to you, whose only fault was she got the guy you wanted. to me who's so obviously the one to blame, cause after all, i'm the bitch right? i told you to drop the guy to get him for my sister right?
of course none of it was oyur fault. cause you never fell into the vicious trap of being assuming after a conversation here and a text message there. cause you never developed feelings of hate for the ex of the guy cause you felt she was upstaging you. cause you never rolled your eyes or glared daggers or did anything with your eyes that could in anyway be remotely construed as evil. you never did anything like that and you never got caught not just by me but by a neutral party, a couple of them actually. you never did anything like that. you're a freakin ray of sunshine, all magna cum laude hot fashionista chick princess type that you are.
you couldn't possibly be capable of doing shit like that.
right? except you did.
and i, infinitely bitchy totally brutally frank person that i am, i was the best person to blame.
you couldn't touch nice girl. no way. or you'd be dead. that's why you went out of your way to talk to her and assure her and apologize to her.
you couldn't touch the guy. cause he'd just laugh at you cause you know what, HE NEVER LIKED YOU. HE WAS PLAYING WITH YOU. and you were stupid enough to play a game with an expert.
but you could touch me. you could say pitiful things about my sister and you could touch me.
so you did. you played the pity game.
the crying here and there, the asking for advice here and there, the little insinuations here and there. and when i found out and came after you, you came out the winner, cause you, princess that you are, you played the pity card. and to think i wentall nice and gentle with you.
the thing with speaking the truth is, i can do that in front of the group we belong to and as pitiful as you are, there's no way out for you.
but never mind right? that was august and this is april. and things like that should be long past right?
apparently not.
you try to suss out something with a mutual "friend" who gives you away and when you find out i know you do the best thing to do in situations like that.
you panic and cry.
scared? that i'll really give it to you this time?
why are you crying and why are you scared if you didn't do anything?
if you want war, to my face. do it in-your-face.
stop acting like such a lawyer when you're not even one yet.
as smart as you are and as bitchy as i am, you might come out the superficial winner. but the thing is, it doesn't matter. cause you are messing with someone who doesn't care about making enemies of fake friends. you are messing with someone who won't play your game.
you better make sure you line up all the blockmates you can line up. cause if you piss me off any more, no open forum in the world will rival the open fucking forum i'll give you.
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