You probably think this post is about you.
With your depressing attitude and your terrible posture.
I hate the way you walk into a room.
And you smile that fake ass smile when you’re talking to someone because you so desperately want to be liked. It’s pathetic and I see right through you.
Sometimes, when you’re talking, which you do a lot, and whatever you’re saying doesn’t make as much of an impact on your listener as you hoped, you’ll repeat it, only saying it louder and more enunciated. Maybe you’ll even use your hands more, in a subconscious way of literally shoving your words in their face.
You use your sarcasm as a defense mechanism because you’re feeble and pathetic. Sarcasm should be used for good humor, not to make you feel superior.
And you think what you do makes you so fucking talented and special. Sorry to break it to you, but you’re not good. Your ideas are terrible and that’s why you’re still not the success you wish you were. But maybe you know that, which is why you overcompensate for so many other things.
My blood pressure rises when I see your face.
You’re so fucking shady. I’ve given up so much for you and all I ask is that you be real for one second.
You’ve used me. Beaten me down, embarrassed me, ruined me.
Congratulations on being such a big deal now, everybody loves you. You’ve really come into your own.