Part Of An Unbalanced Breakfast

You know exactly who you are.

You beady-eyed little fuck. You take something, from my own personal corner of the internet, and pass it around between your little private circle jerk of gossiping biddies, then you have the audacity to accuse me of attacking her? Guess what, fucktards? She never would have seen it, if it hadn’t been for you. I was venting, in what I thought was a safe haven, while you back stabbing, evil, underhanded little shits were just hovering like vultures, watching my every move. And for what? To throw what I said in her face? As if that was going to help her? You aren’t her friends. You sure as hell aren’t mine. You’re manipulative, hive-minded, wastes of flesh and breath, with so many skeletons in your individual closets, that systematically destroying each one of you would be fucking easy and glorious. I won’t though. Because, unlike me, you fucking cunts aren’t worth any more time and energy than this post right here. And you honestly aren’t even worth this. I’m not even angry. Because, as far as I’m concerned, you are all fucking dead to me. Go collectively choke on a diseased cock.

I’m out. Fuckers.

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Telling it like it is > Saying whatever shit will garner you the most favorable reaction

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ihaveabutt:

You’d think by now tumblr would understand that I’m not uninstalling missing e

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“Hating someone is like drinking poison, and expecting the other person to die.”

That’s a variation of a popular philosophy. Not sure who exactly said it first, but it rings true, nonetheless. It also has a lot to do with the following:

So, I found out that my ex thinks I hate her, and all I could do when I read that was laugh to myself and think “Oh, sweetie. No. In order for me to hate you, I’d have to actually care.

Do I sometimes respond in kind, when you make arbitrary, not-so thinly veiled malicious tweets, or such posts in other areas of the internet, and think nobody will know who they’re directed towards? Sure. But it’s not out of malice. It’s because I enjoy knocking you down a few pegs when you start acting like a silly little twat. I’m glad you finally decided to fix your pretty little head, and enjoy flaunting how great things are going for you lately. But every time you take a jab at me, without actually doing so, I get tickled inside, because the narcissist in me enjoys that I’ve had such a profound effect on you, and still continue to do so, apparently. Me personally though? My life has gone on. And quite swimmingly, I must say. Because, for the first time ever, my life is mine. Completely. My time, my thoughts, my body. All of it. Ending things has brought me a clarity and liberation, that I didn’t think was possible before. And you think I’m going to sully that for myself, by wasting time and energy hating you? That’s cute. 

You almost give my self-absorption a run for it’s money now.

Almost.”

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