Some people just disgust me. The way they pretend and wheedle their way through things just makes them all the more repulsive.

No names will be mentioned here, if you know who she is, good for you, I guess. Damn, I’ll have people wondering if I’m referring to them, hmm.

It seriously puts me off when she pretends to be my best friend when it’s a not-so-known secret that I hate her guts. And vice-versa, of course.

But when you need my help, you turn saccharin sweet, naturally. Meaning to say, it’s in your nature. It just runs in you, doesn’t it? You’ve always knew how to play your cards, but it’s a great pity that I hold the trump card. For, unlike you, I am able to break away from all that hold me down. It’s quite sad if your whole existence depended on the hand that feeds you.

To act like you’re my best friend? To pretend to be oh-so-chummy with me? Believe me, I’m insulted. I have standards, and I have to say, you’ve fallen short of it. By a wide margin, I might as well add. I do not wish to associate myself with you.

You are in no position to communicate with me in that degree of familiarity, I want nothing to do with you. You have no pride, no shame, and yes, go on, live in your little bubble and hope no one pops it.

Oh, I know you more than you think I do. How many nights have I laid awake in bed wondering what you’ll do next? Put on your cutesey facade, but I’ve seen your malicious side when you think no one’s looking. I don’t trust you. You’ll sooner stab me in the back than kiss me.

That’s right, I don’t respect you in the least.

I think that’s one of my biggest flaw. I cannot, and will not, accept people whom I have no ounce of respect for. And given how I judge people, it’s no big surprise that most people don’t make the cut. I cannot receive someone whom I deem to be lower than me without being condescending. Yes, call me arrogant, stuck up, whatever, I don’t give two fucking hoots. If you do not meet the standards I’ve set, it can only mean you’re not good enough, and that’s your problem, not mine, isn’t it?