2002-02-09
3:23 p.m.

I hate you because you are more beautiful than me. Or at least everyone thinks so. I don't think you're more beautiful than me, because beauty is more than just on the outside. It's on the inside too! When you add it up, crunch the numbers, cook the books, whatever, I have more of a beauty quotient because of how beautiful I am on the inside, Bitch. I have it both on the outside and the inside. You may have me beat out a bit on the outside, but you'll never be as beautiful as I am on the inside. NEVER!

I hate you because of that time I caught you stealing the pepperoni off my slice of pizza. I tried to ask you about it. I tried to find out what the motivation was, what impulse you couldn't curb. But you pretended it didn't happen. You breathed pepperoni breath on me and feigned ignorance. That was my pepperoni, bitch

I hate you because you want to be me so much. You follow me around making friends with all my friends. Dressing like me. Picking up my speach affectations and adopting them as your own. I can't even have my own stalker. You horn in on that too. Everywhere I turn, there you are. I hate you for that.

I hate you because you think you're smarter than me. Cagier than I am. You think I don't know what you say about me behind my back. You think I don't know you told Jen that I was a venerial diseas lesion. I can't even bring myself to use the real words. The words you used. You think I don't know about all that. Well, I do know about that. You're not smarter than me.

I hate you because you went around telling everyone that grape was your favorite color when you knew it was my favorite color and it was my favorite color from grade school. GET YOUR OWN GODDAMN COLOR YOU FUCKING CUNT!

I hate you because it feels so right.

I hate you because I saw you sticking gum under the desk. MY DESK. I saw it, I saw it, I saw it, I saw it, and it made me hate you just that much more.

I hate you because I feel like you're always looking down on me from your "two" parent home with you "indoor" plumbing complete with your "quilted" toilet paper and your "newspaper" subscription. You don't have to have all those things to be happy or successful or better than you. Somebody needs to teach you that.

Maybe I'll teach you that.

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