Oh S. Pimpled, chubby, annoying S.
I have spent the last 4 years having to see your face the first thing in the morning, 5x a week.
You were worse than a disease. I couldn't get rid of you but for 2 days a week.
I hate how you think you're the nicest person in the world.
I hate how you think you are SO considerate.
I hate how you look. Period.
I hate how you pretend to be sick, only when the boss is around, while being able to lift a 5 gallon water bottle all by yourself. Exaggeration of illness, much?
I hate how you always say you should start exercising but you never do.
I hate how you complain about how shitty your husband treats you, but you treat him worse.
I hate how you pretend your voice is so soft spoken, when really its very harsh. I heard you on the phone with your husband, drop the act.
I hate how you think you're so fashionable, but no amount of money will buy you style.
I hate how you think you could just buy several pairs of stilettos and think you're walking so pretty when really you look like a 50 year old dude in a midlife crisis.
I hate how you think you're always the victim, when really, the people around you are.
I will always remember in my heart how you treated me. How you could get mad at me for not being considerate of staying away from you after I get RAI treatment for my CANCER, even though I said I won't be at work for 2 weeks. It wasn't enough time in your mind. You yelled that I wasn't "considerate enough". That I wasn't thinking for your well being. I wasn't thinking how YOU would feel. How even though I was the one getting treatment, I should be worried for YOUR health. How YOU have a young sickly son. That I should have been thinking of things I could do to protect YOU. REALLY??? Really MS.CONSIDERATE?
Wow. I thought having cancer and going through radioactive iodine was bad enough. But you proved me wrong. Knowing someone like you in my life was the worst thing that could have happened to me.
I am now getting rid of you for good. You are the worst kind of disease and I am shedding you.
Don't act like you know me, should we ever cross paths. I will not remain this nice.
I won't be rude. I won't be snide. I will be calm but cold. Why?
Because you have it coming. I won't wish ill will on you. I just realize life is fair. You'll have your share of grief. You'll have your share of shit on your plate. I hate you.
You'll get what's coming for you. And you'll deserve every bit of it.
From your child treating you like shit, to your husband treating you like shit, you'll get what's coming for you.
Good riddance you ugly piece of sh*t.
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