“Thank you” Fuck you all

Narcissistic asshole who sent me flowers on our anniversary. I go home it’s a completely different story. Nothing but an angry asshole for no reason that I know of. Wants to fight with me about every single little thing. Like any other time in our relationship. Fine. He can fuck himself. I can’t get close to him anyway.

Hi work. Go fuck yourself too. I’m sick of carrying this heavyass thing on my back every single day. Not all people suck there but the few that do, can also go fuck themselves. It’s a long story. Let’s just say I was told my non-offensive sweatshirt is offensive by my supervisor. Instead of ‘hey…’ she said take that off. The only person that was offended was me. It was a sweatshirt with some songs and lines that make me remember my dead mother. Everyone likes it so what is the problem? Nothing. You don’t like me. Fine. I don’t like you either. I’m sorry I’m not 300lbs overweight or 30 mins late to work everyday.

Too bad I lack the qualifications and whatever to get a job literally everywhere else. It’s a viscous cycle. I don’t know why the hell you’re watching me behind the scenes. Don’t tell me you’re also a closet pervert or someone wishing for my downfall. Honey, I’ve already been there. I come from hell, live in hell, and remain there. Proceed with your happy bla bla bla fake life.

Being an asshole for 5 minutes

Most of you move extremely slow because you’re old, have a big ass, or are overweight. 

I absolutely love dodging slow people, you should have told me that’s in my job description. 

I guess you’re all slow minded too, many can’t get it I don’t want to talk to them. 

I have no idea who that one lady is, she thinks I’m also her servant. She’s dumb as hell. 

I’m in the dress code I don’t know why the hell you all care so much what I wear. Because I’m attractive and you’re not. I’m the most attractive female here, you see it and try to make me wear pants way too big for me as an attempt to bring me down a notch. Well it doesn’t work. 

Defining Swear Words

ASSHOLE

ANNOYING
SCUMBAG
SOMEONE
HATES
OR
LOVES
ENTIRELY

 

BITCH

BIG
IRRITATING
THUG
CHASING
HOES

 

CUNT

CLUELESS
UGLY
NEANDERTHAL
THAT SMELLS

 

DICK

DUMB
IRRITATING
CATS EATING
KELP

 

DOUCHEBAG

DOGS
OR
UGLY
CYCLOPS
HUMPING
EVERY
BIG
ASS
GREATLY

 

FUCK

FREE
UNLESS THERE IS
CHEAP
KOOL-AID

I drive by his house

Not by choice

It is the fastest route to get where I am supposed to be

It saves time, money, and energy

I live in the country

If I were to take to fastest route, I would have to drive in my town

to take the highway

I don’t have the time to search for a different method

It would be a waste of my energy

— he’s not that important

 

If he was that important

He wouldn’t have let me go like that

He didn’t like what I wrote in the final text I sent it

I made it clear what I wanted

He rejected but still wanted to be my ‘friend’

‘Friend’ meant fuck buddy

I decided enough was enough and I shot my mouth off

In a second, he was gone

I haven’t heard from since

 

But I get to see his house

when I drive to that city

That place it all happened

That place I hate with a passion

That place I wish I could erase

from my mind

But I can’t

A year later I got the ‘privilege’ of going back there

to study

(I got accepted in all the schools I applied too.

I just had to pick this one, probably because my mother.)

Not what I wanted

But I had no choice

But to sacrifice enormous amounts of money I don’t have

time, energy, and my well-being

 

For what?

What is the point?

 

So I can re-live what happened

again, again, until I go insane?

Or to put him in his cardboard-box shaped house

where he belongs.

He doesn’t belong with his motor vehicles and cars

He is immobile

He is stuck in that place

I am not

I am driving