Who the hell you thought you were? You thought I was obsessed with your ugly, deformed face? Even the loveliest mother on earth wouldn't dare to look at your face twice. Your face was the one-glimpse-should-be-more-than-enough type of face. So do not even dare thinking that I would ever take a second glimpse at you. You shut off the fucking door while I didn’t even look at you. You closed the non-existent leakage you had while people kept convincing you it had not even existed. You switched off your no-one-would-be-impressed-by blackberry because you thought I might reach your number. I feel sad because you did not realize how immature/imbecile you were. The saddest part of all was when you considered yourself the grandest, the most grandiloquent of all, which made you even sound more and more pathetic. Like a trapped genie in an antediluvian thrown-away bottle, you had the idea that you will be freed by someone. You subconsciously kept emasculating yourself, thus you would never get your emancipation. Sad you, fake businessman. When it came to your turn, you just ran away, hallucinating that people would look at you and judge you. You thought your business was the real deal, the biggest deal on earth, and everyone wanted to join, but sadly it was just some invisible matrix of a hallucinatory paracosm. How could you be so delusional to the extent that you believed every girl who saw you had been getting their pants wet? How could you be so delusional to the extent that you believed every boy who saw you had been jealous of you? I pity you. You and your tipsy figure failed to please me. You and your tipsy figure failed to please everyone. You and your tipsy figure were mistakes that you should realize fast. Can’t you figure out the most basic answer to all questions? Live a real life, dude. Wake up.
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