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You constantly contradict yourself. You get involved in things that are none of your business. You think everyone should bow down to you, its your way or the highway. Well, quite frankly i’d rather take the highway. When something doesn’t go according to your plan or when someone says something that you don’t want them to you call them bishay. You think you know more than everyone else and that you are always right, well newsflash you are usually wrong! Your laugh is like a witch’s cackle, a cackle from hell. You’re oh so obnoxious all the time, ON PURPOSE! Your rudeness is enough to make someone want to throw something large and heavy at you. Someone wrote a song about people like you and it goes a little something like this: “ I pray your tire goes out at 110, I pray you pass out drunk with your best friend, and wake up with his and her tattoos I pray your brakes go out runnin' down a hill. I pray a flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I'd like to. I pray your birthday comes and nobody calls I pray you're flyin' high when your engine stalls. I pray all your dreams never come true.” I can’t stand the fact that you get in fights with people and then the next minute or next day you think everything is okay, when in fact it is not okay, you have to talk about things before they are okay! I feel bad for anyone who becomes your friend in the near and far future. Pretty soon you’re going to hit the cold, hard wall called REALITY and I want to be there to see you fall. I want to be there when someone knocks you off your imaginary pedestal. You have a hard life ahead of you if you can’t handle people expressing their true feelings and speaking their minds to you. If I was any good at darts, had a dartboard and a picture of you I would put that picture on the dartboard and throw all my darts at you and when I ran out I would go buy more. I wish I could yell at you, just scream at the top of my lungs at you. If you were to fall off the face of the earth, I wouldn’t care. You hold ridiculous grudges over stupid no-word-to-explain-how-stupid things that happened what seems like a lifetime ago. You'll hit a wall and I can't wait to watch you fall.
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