Envious bitches: vol. III

That’s right! I’m not done with you envious bitches just yet. Far from it! Nothing’s over until the last word is spoken, and I can assure you that the last word will forever be mine. I shall, despite you’re not worthy of any kindness, tell you why. Because

YOU ARE CHICKENS!!!

Yup! That’s right! You’re as yellow as a newly hatched easter fluffball, nor are you particularly stronger than one either. You think you’re tough, picking a fight behind someones back? Stiring up ancient dust, digging in dirt from the past, trying to find something, anything you can use as a weapon towards someone who’s not even present. Djeez! I’ve lost the last piece of respect for each and every one of you dramaqueens, and -kings for that matter. You have no heart! You have no soul! All you have is vicious gossip and attitudes of cows! You cunts!

A friend of mine told me to be cautious exactliy because you’re such god damn milksops. That you’re bravery is dependent on pack mentality, which I have to protect myself from. I answered that I’m fully aware of your cowardice, and that’s why you’re not too hard to defeat. Fortune favours the bold, not the weak! You on the other hand, are bullying a rape victim. You’re tyrannizing a victim of child abuse. You see something you define as a weakness which you dare to attack like a pack. A pack of pricks! Tiny dingos who’s afraid to become the intimidated if you’re not part of the persecution yourself.

That’s right! There you are! A pack of rats! Infecting the lives of anybody standing in the way of your precious moron of an even more softspot than you are yourself; the guru of clown herd bullshitica. Some idiot you offer flattery, something in return on your knees or valuables to keep you safe from punishment for what you do to me and so many others. You pay for protection! That’s right! You’re in no capacity to protect yourself, and we all know that what you do is indeed serious crimes. Your careers, everything you own, everything you’ve worked for will vanish no matter how much you suck up to anybody to escape from your fucked up deeds of uncontrollable nosiness. Because you’re stalkers! You’re not friends from the past nor the present. You’re just some messed up bitches who violates the privacy of others because you have no self-dicipline.

YOU NEED THERAPI!

Do you really think I don’t know what you’re up to? Again! Do you? Really?! You’re in debt up to your neck, and I will fuck you up so bad you’ll never rise again! Ever! I had never thought anyone could be this stupid, but there you go again. Following the exact same track as always, bragging about it in confidence that I’m so naive I will fall in your trap one more time. But I never did, remember! I never fell in your trap! Me not being allowed by the police to report your crimes is not to be considered lack of intellect. It’s called corrupting the system to the extent that you’ve undermined the democracy. You’re fucking terrorists! That’s what this is! Terrorisme! Unfortunatly you have overestimated yourself, or perhaps you have underestimated me. I don’t know, and I don’t care! And all this because you try so desperate to cover up your giant mistakes from so long ago it wouldn’t be possible to legally persecute you if you would just let it be, but you couldn’t, could you?! There’s only one thing left you can do:

YOU CAN RUN,

but can you hide!