her

I want to feel my very best. Like I can complete everything, and know that I am better than you in every aspect of life. I don't mean to sound controlling or weird or anything, but you think you are THE COOLEST thing that has happened to Pittsburgh. When really, you're just like the others. You walk with no confidence, you slouch, and you smell like cats. I hate cats. Seriously, stop thinking you walk with such poise to your contorted posture. Because in real life, you're ugly and have nothing intelligent to say. You think you do, but your nails are bitten and I've been trying to stop biting mine because yours are absolutely hideous.

You think you know every word in the dictionary when you barely know any of the words in the books you're reading. I never said that I read every day of my life like you do, because you have no life, but I'm just saying.. have some sense, dude. I absolutely hate you.


Yknow, I don't even know who I'm talking about.
I'm so behind in this class, and all I'm doing it personally blogging when I should be creating a website about my boring school life.

I want to look like her: