Hit Me

You say we are so close. You act like you absolutely love me. Its all an act for your friends. You don't want to seem as shallow and rude and bitchy as they are. But in all reality you are just another stuck up, shallow, name-brand wearing, hurtful BITCH. So suck it up that my life is actually working out because I am modest and sweet, and I deserve everything that I have ever been given. You complain that your life is so bad. But you have made this mess, time for you to get on your precious hands and knees and clean the shit up. Maybe if you would take the time to look past the mirror you are constantly staring into, you might see what a normal person is like. Don't think I don't remember how much you have pushed me down. Both literally and figuratively. How many times you have gotten away with hitting me and hurting me. But I am not staying silent. Not anymore. You made me this fucked up little disaster and now you have to live with it. Hope the guilt drives you crazy. You deserve it.
Sincerely,
Allyumpkin
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(Note: Cleaning is the act of actually picking up and getting rid of a mess)