I hate that son of a bitch and her army of skunks, I feel like shooting them with a machine fun, 100 shots on each of their faces, tear their skins off with my bare hands and throw the remainings of them across the canteen until they are all smashed up into pieces, no surgery of any kind could be able to stitch them up to look like humans. They aren't humans at all. Just animals, despicable animals, two faced stinking fuggers, egoistic like hell and so full of shit.
Her boyfriend is blinded, so blinded by such a conspiracy, one manipulative act after another, selfish, and only think of herself and nothing else. Not a single one of her brain cell would even bother to consider thinking about other parties, who happen to have feelings, for goodness sake. No. No no. The rest of them are just like her. Plastic. Ugly on the outside, as well as the inside. Putting on smiles for show, like a talent each of them portray, but the moment the people's backs are turned to them, they start their childish affairs. Stupid. So bloody stupid.
It all started with a lie, and then, it builds up one after the other. Her boyfriend is as stupid too. She is stupid. The whole group is stupid. Pedomorphic. So vile, so slimy. So disgusting. Maybe they are all like that, carbon copies of her, because they are all from the same club, and it appears to us that it's a trend to be acting that way, thinking that after each step she takes, she leaves a trial of fame, leaving the smaller people to worship her. When actually, everyone wishes she would just fall flat on her face. Yes, together with her people.
The best thing of it all is that, she would do anything, anything in her power to sabotage her best friend's relationship, or anyone at that. TOGETHER WITH HER PEOPLE.
I have so much hatred in me, I never realised I had. Well, this is what happens when others just love to screw up with my life and my friendships, and interfere where their huge big noses aren't needed. At all.
Fugger.
This is where I portray the many unfolding chapters of my life, in mute.