I hate you.

You, yes you, the drama queen I wish would get mauled by a rabid mass transit vehicle. You are perhaps one of the few people on earth I despise with such fervor, that I can not be held accountable for my actions were you ever to come within a throat ripping stride width from me. You know this. I've made it abundantly clear, and though you still have me listed as one of you "friends" I think you get the clue that I wouldn't think enough to piss on you if you were dying of thirst.

But "why" I see you bemoan. Why you? No one loves you, you gained a zillion pounds so you’ll gain a zillion more and have gastric bypass, your marriage failed. (Which you didn't have to be Miss Cleo to fucking predict was going to happen from the second you agreed to that farce.) Fucking ‘wahhhh.” And in all your whining and pity parties lies the heart of why I despise you.

You embody everything I’ve tried to destroy in my own being. You are the unexamined life. The un-actualized and the blissfully ignorant and apathetic of those you effect. You are the Marie Antoinette of the scene, brushing off your damaging actions as she brushed off the needs of the poor with her flip turn of phase.

You are a waste of human evolution. The fact that you look like a Neanderthal who was whacked in the face with a frying pan should have been a hint. But we tried to get a look inside to see the “real you” and not be as superficial as you ended up being. You’re prettier on the outside. Maybe you should give those molecules up to something else in the universe? Just think, in a few thousand years, you could be gone to war over as fossil fuel. It was certainly increase your value and give you a purpose other than sucking kindness out of all you touch.

You are willful ignorance. Some might call you selfish, but that would mean you were trying to better yourself through all your usery of others. But you aren’t even that clever. Your self absorbed to maximum capacity in your own little bubble of pathetic, and it is not enough for you to simmer in your own rot, you must feed it by sucking off on those who might have half a clue, and enough soul to find you pitiful. I’ve already played that game with you and watched you systematically pull every thing and every one who cares about you down into your lair of stupid, you festering harpy.

Before I go, I’d like to address your simperingly brainless ‘cries for help’ in the form of depressing ramblings and veiled suicide “threats.” They are not a threat if you never plan to actually act on them. If you wanted to do the world a favor you would just make good on them and swallow the bottle of Liquid Plumber now. I’m sure someone would miss you… for all of a few days before they realized what a bloody succubus hose beast you were and that they were now free of your gravitational wallow pull. Hell, I might even shed a tear too… though it will more likely be due to some dust in my eye than from any possible sorrow at your shuffling off of this mortal coil.