Maybe I've known you for years. Perhaps I see you daily. I smile at you, but really I am gritting my teeth... because I hate you.
You smell really bad, and no matter how many times I tell you.. you continue to reek.
Stop bitching to me that girls hate you.. they hate you for good reason. Guys hate you too, including me.
Stop telling me your life story, I don't care that your sister has a club foot.. nor do I care that your Mom sells pain killers to coworkers.
Why don't you understand when I tell you that you are a worthless human being? Are you that dumb that you don't get it? When I tell you that I hope you break your leg or crash your car, why do you laugh it off as a joke? Don't you find it odd that I am not smiling?
Anyway.. I hope you die a miserable death.. but you won't because I am not that lucky.