What I Fucking Hate

Know what I fucking hate?

People who surround themselves with drama and relish in it while feigning distress.

PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!

Bitches who cry when someone gives them a taste of their own medicine. Whores who sob when called on their skank shit. You know what you can do? GET OVER YOUR FUCKING SELVES! Those of us who are immune to your unassuming guise and see you for the self-important twat you really are should be rewarded Nobel Peace Prizes for not eliminating you the second we spot your "poor me" fuckery. And then while we force ourselves, with admirable willpower, to keep from biting through your jugular and watching happily as the blood drains from your body, the rage within us builds and builds and can sometimes get taken out on an innocent bystander. And why does it have to happen that way? Because sometimes you ho skanks are friends with people we like, so to keep the people we like happy we have to withstand your crap. And then a few things happen as a result.

1) We might bottle it up and then it eventually explodes at bad times.

2) We might forget to keep our traps shut and speak the truth, causing shit to go down.

3) We write posts like this, hoping that the fuckers we have in mind somehow manage to come across it through a series of events and see the error of their ways and reform themselves before we lash out at them.

4) We somehow allow it to cause us to implode and end up unhappy and without any form of release of aggression which will ultimately lead to a downward spiral.

There. Now that that's been covered, if you happen to be the type of person I've been describing, please do us all a fucking favor and quit your shit. I don't like hating people, but you're making it real hard for me to stay that way.

A Real Bitch

A real bitch doesn't have to constantly assert the idea that she's a bitch by saying it EVERY FUCKING SECOND. A real bitch knows what she is and really doesn't give a shit. And since she doesn't give a shit, she wouldn't feel the need to constantly say, "I'm a bitch. So what?"
I have been putting up with this shit for months and can't stand it anymore. Every time I see it I think, "If you came toe to toe with -me- for half a second, I'd be happy to show you what a real bitch is."
It's damn hard to keep my mouth shut. Know why I do? Because although I can be a bitch, I know what is and what isn't worth my time. I'm smart.
That being said, I don't know which is worse: a wanna-bitch or a dumb bitch?

Ok. I'm done. Had to get it off my chest. Now I feel a little better.

Have a nice day!