Break-Beat Science

It's not that I don't like you.

It's that as time has gone on, I've come to hate you. Sorry princess, but that's the way it goes.

You can insult me all you want, with petty little insults that are so so so trivial. I'll still sleep sound.

But truth be told your nagging incessant striving to assert your self-importance wears thin, and hurts my head. It makes me oxygen deprived, or at least feel the effects of it.

I get it. You're like important, or at least you lie to yourself enough to think and believe it.

Get over yourself. Stop being such a bleeding heart, trying to make yourself a champion for various causes. Your hypocrisy washes away any sort of positive effect you hope to achieve. Stay out of my fucking business as well. I don't care for your opinion, and if I did i'd ask you for it. But don't hold your breath.

It's strange how someone can get so full of themselves and attempt to tip the scales in their favor by hurling ignorant criticisms and barbs towards you. It's comforting however, to take all those insults in stride and not let it affect you in any way, because you know, that at the end of the day when the sun sets and your eyelids close, and the smile creeps across your lips that...

you're better then that.


It's a shame we can't be friends.

But actually no, it's not a shame because you've shown me nothing but the ability to stay consistent... consistently unworthy of friend material.

From your attitude, to the way you portray yourself, to your personality, to the bleeding-heart sanctimonious belief you have in yourself..

I hope you choke on your inflated sense of worth and self-righteousness.

You're nothing special, and as long as you live the way you do, you';ll never be special.

I'll be content in my life and my happiness, knowing that the amount of detractors I have is severely outnumbered by the amount of people who enjoy my company and sharing the bond of friendship with me.

Better cross your fingers and say your prayers, but lets be honest, no amount of well-wishing is ever going to make you a decent person.