Thursday, October 23, 2008
You. Yes, you. You're scared of someone. You don't want her to know who you are. But it's all your fault, isn't it? You did something wrong to her. We all know about it, but you'll suffer. The longer this stays unknown among authority, the bigger the punishment. The worse the guilt. Look in the mirror, coward.
You. Now it's you. Stop forcing me to forgive. Stop forcing me to stop. You brought this upon yourself. People may hate me... but hopefully not as much as they hate you. It doesn't really matter to me if you hurt me but if you hurt them... well, feel my burning wrath. I am NOT breaking the 8th commandment. It's you. You are robbing. That's against the rules. Don't think that as long as you have a big circle, you're loved. We'll see. Revenge is too low and undeserving for you. Check the mirror, accuser.
You. Your turn. You emo-poser gal. You're ugly that way. You're so much better without the attention seeking letters that are obviously meant for people who are too stupid to fall for your traps. We don't want that you. Your 'real' friends are those that fell for those traps. They are too overreactive that they actually fell for them. You were so different before, everyone said so. You fit with them... simply because you want to. Buy a mirror, doppleganger.
You. It's you this time. How can you be so lovesick!? You change from one guy to another, with short episodes of sadness in between. What next? You look for pity! I am not apathetic, but that is stupid. Pick one and make it work. Please. See through the mirror, desperada.
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