Rant Post For Those Who May Concern

found via inspireplease
Hey dirty damn evil plastic rich brats, do you realize how filthy you girls (or should I say girls and boys) are whenever you strut your way arrogantly around this world that doesn’t even belongs to you? You are polluting the air, excuse me. I don’t need to inhale your filthy scent, I don’t need to witness your dirty walks, and either do I have to care what the fucking hell you are doing. So please, I insist—get the hell out of my eye sight and my living space.

You are conquering my space when I am here to fucking trash you until you will beg me to stop. Oh come on, most of the time I am the one that puts the right in your faults. You are stupid but you look better when you are with me, admit it. Losers, you are pathetic that only come to me when you really need help. You girls (and guys) are like plastic puppets—beautiful but useless like trashes. I don’t fucking care about you girls (and guys) so stop inhabiting my living space.

Go and kiss each other’s asses like normal brats will do. Go ahead and brags about your everything because I admit I can’t afford a life like you girls (and boys) have, but at least I have dignity in my life unlike you girls (and boys). Pretend as if I am not here, I don’t give a damn about it. I will pretend you girls (and boys) are dead any way. Go and party without me, I am enjoying this solitude as I damn trash each and every one of you who I use to love and cherish like treasures. Oh no, you girls (and boys) are no longer treasures. I don’t cherish fakers and losers like you girls (and boys). Go ahead and live your rich live, I am enjoying my normal average life.

Karma has its own way—what goes around, comes around. It will only be a bitch if you are acting like one. I hope these bitches call karmas will find its way into your living spaces. I hope you girls (and boys) will rot in hell, which will be my prayers. Enjoy this art of torturing poor souls that have done everything in hope to keep this fake friendship? Well girls (and boys), I hope you girls (and boys) know, that I am also literally enjoying this art of trashing you girls (and you boys) with my sarcasm. One day, you girls (and boys) will pay for this torture I am feeling. I’ll have each and every one of you girls (and boys) to beg for my mercy. And at that time, I’ll show you my way of enjoying the art of letting karma gets its bitchy work done. Karma is awesome, girls (and boys). Hope it will find its way to see you soon.