hey rommie……
i fucking hate you.
you’re a fucking bitch
you want to know what’s not right?
you.
nothing about you is right.
especially the way you act like you own this whole fucking apartment, want to know a fun fucking fact? i pay $100 more in rent than you every month. sure, that’s so i have my own room when you have to share but still. it’s $100 fucking dollars. you know what that extra money means?
I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT
but do i?
no.
i don’t leave dirty dishes in the sink
I don’t drink underage all the time(anymore)
i don’t leave my shit all over the living room
i don’t wake everyone in the apartment up at five on their days off by turning on EVERYTHING that makes noise
i don’t violate our lease by having my weird boyfriend in our apartment for weeks at a time despite the fact that there is a rule against guests for over 5 days
i don’t threaten our home and job security by smoking weed in the apartment all the fucking time
and i sure as fucking hell don’t “suggest” in a bitchy way that you “do more” around the apartment.
you can suck a fucking dick.
here’s the thing, i’ve tolerated all your bullshit because i felt like maybe i would change my mind and you would grow on me
i was wrong
my first instincts are usually right
i should always remember that about myself.
Now, i’ve made a decision. Have you ever felt like you’ve lost yourself? like, you used to be a complete person and you lost just a little bit of that?
no?
well, that’s kind of how i’ve been feeling lately and you know what part of me i’ve lost?
apparently it’s my ability to stand up for myself.
in other words, its essentially my bitch gene.
before i moved here my mom told me i was too abrasive and that i would never make any friends,
then i moved here and everyone was so nice that i felt like Wednesday Addams when she went to that summer camp
but unlike Wednesday i tried to adjust.
i tried to be nice to people.
here’s a secret.
being nice to people?
it’s not really my thing
being quiet and letting you be a bitch to me?
that’s not really my thing either.
want to know what my thing is?
my thing is being on top.
i’m a blair waldorf
you know who wins in life?
the blairs (sorry for the gossip girl reference but seriously, it works)
i don’t need to listen to a word you say
i don’t need to be nice to a single person
i can do whatever the fuck i want
and you can’t say shit.
want to know why?
because you’ve given me way to much ammunition to use against you.
think about that you dirty cunt
so here’s a thing
next time you feel the need to be awkward and rude to me
just remember i own you.
bitch.
good luck undoing all of your own stupidity.
because i know from experience that telling people too much about yourself lets them in, in a way that opens you up for a world of hurt
normally i’m a talker
but here?
buckle your seatbelt honey, because i’ve been observing you and listening to you for the past month.
you don’t have any secrets.
but i do
and i can take your ass out.
sweet dreams,
rach
