I was in this New Year’s Skype Call with my friends from school, and there is this absolute a**hole that I am so pissed about that feel compelled to ruin your holiday mood.
Your name means council protector. I think you’d make a very crappy one. If you don’t have enough guts to tell someone that you hate them, straight to their face, THEN DON’T TELL PEOPLE ABOUT IT IN THE CHAT. I know you’ve been hating on a lot of people. Including me. You think I’m lazy. Including my best friend. You think she’s hypocritical. Including the cheerful, bubbly girl who doesn’t reject my hugs. You hate her for her crappy teamwork.
Is that all you can see in us?
See here, this is your problem. You look at the negative side of people. You don’t look at the good stuff. The good stuff and the bad stuff together is what makes us beautiful. It’s what makes us human. You’re not perfect. Nobody is. So stop trying to find the cracks in the walls some people have built to protect themselves from the outside. Stop trying to curse them. Have you ever realized how much it hurts?
I’ve heard you bullying him, even behind my back. I’ve heard bad stuff said about me to my own best friend from you. Just because I didn’t dare to do that high jump didn’t mean I wasn’t determined. I’d fallen the last time, and it hurt bad. Don’t assume stuff you don’t know about me.
And him. I think you’re a loser, if you could whine on and on about how he got into the same class as you, and how he was such a f****tard. He’s not. He’s a nice guy deep down inside, but just because he spends the time on Facebook being annoying, doesn’t mean he deserves to be branded ‘idiot’.
I think you’re the idiot.
Let me tell you who you are: a bully.
Why can’t you take a look in the mirror and see who you really are? Why can’t you see yourself, the cracked, distorted reflection that you really are?