I will never stoop so low as to hate someone, but I loathe the way you exclude me.
I am unwelcome among my own family when you take over with your despised presence.
Your emotions are unfounded, unjust and unrealistic for someone I have to call my peer.
Have you ever truly experienced anything outside of your own iron-clad shell you’re afraid to leave?
A true person will respect others and there is no trace of tolerance within your voices.
Most people don’t listen while others are talking, they just wait for their turn to speak.
And that is you.
The universe is not anything remotely reminiscent of the one you were taught— on the contrary, yours is obsolete and judgmental and unnecessary.
Why aren’t you pleasant? You’re not. You’re not even hardly pleasant. You’re the master of bitch. You’re the epitome of bitch. You’re captain bitch of the highest rank in the bitch department in Bitch, USA.
You are fickle, finicky, condescending; and concerned with the arbitrary— and it all wraps up like a delicious chalupa into a savage creature that deserves no love from me.
If you learned to see things the way they are instead of the way you feel they should be maybe you would have more smile lines and could begin to appreciate how blue the sky is instead of how nasty the grey is.
There’s your problem! You are hypersensitive. Some part of your mind picks up on key words, ideas, phrases, emotions, and throws them out of proportion in ridicule to where you think you have some control.
I know you’re a human being, but you are a poor excuse for a soul.
My only wish is for you to be indifferent because the absence of disdain is a step in the winsome direction!
I won’t give up but until then I’m going to despise your every being.
Blow it out your ass and blow it as hard as you can. Maybe you’ll win an award for blowing it out your ass.
Warm regards, myself