In All the hype

This is all that I can do.  It is so hard to just not laugh.  You stupid fat cow.  I really nothing you, but yet you like to creep in there and try.  You're just so jealous of my adorable boyfriend and my cute face.  You're so sad I have caught on to you're annoyances and you're stupidity.  I will make it somewhere in this world and you will never.  I know this because the way you try is too hard and I do not have to.  I half ass everything and just do it in a manner.  People love me because of my cuteness.  People come back because of me.  You try to make me jealous of so much you try to make me upset at the semi-accomplishments you get.  Mostly you just frustrate me.  Mostly you just act immature.  Mostly you are just a lost soul who thinks you're better.  You will never be.  You have nothing behind your heart because it is black and you have to favor people to make others jealous.  It is the only way you can make friends to so you can have them be your spies.  It is pathetic.  It is sad.  I am on to you I got you're number.  I will not play your game though.  I will win this one by just sitting back and nothing you.  I will win in the day when we meet again and I am successful and you are still poor.  I will have my good job and making my money and written my many books and have that phd, while you, you will still be working there.  With a winner of a fiancee of your's...still your fiancee 

I do these things because I vent, you like to tattle on me which is stupid, really quite stupid.  Oh well.  I have to get rid of it all and then I never think of it again.  I wrote this as a draft like 2 weeks ago and really I have felt so much better.