when you use big words, you don’t sound smart. you sound pretentious.
when you smile i can see you are not really smiling. i’ve never actually seen you really smile.
your personality is a 10 and you are good at sex. but you are not attractive. it’s common knowledge.
you are beautiful and delicate. but your intellect is lacking and you’ve never made me laugh.
when you walk in all glazed over, i listen to your bullshit, but i feel bad for you that you are never there.
you are good for nothing but sex. not because it’s the truth, but because it’s all you offer yourself.
doing lines off someone’s car is not going to help you leave town. but it will add interest to your self-invoved mediocre life.
your laugh is obnoxious. because it’s only used to hurt the people around you. i know you use it to grab attention.
you are sweet. but you will end up married with ten kids, wondering what all that school was for.
i guess you were right, giving a guy blue balls will make him always remember you.
maybe if you’d stop worrying about whether or not your boyfriend loves you, you’d be happy with yourself.
you have beautiful hair. i know that you lie to yourself more than you’ve ever lied to me.
you are old and washed up with nothing to show but some sex with married men. no one is ever mean to you, because they feel bad for you.
you always think everyone is looking at you. sometimes we’re looking at the person sitting right next to you.

that’s probably why you hate me.

i am lazy and don’t finish anything a start.
that’s probably why i hate you.

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