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Confession #25


Spread the hate!

So there’s some girls in my class, whom I can’t stand. I might behave really “sweet” to them, but trust me, inside I burn! I wish I could just kill them with my bare hands. Don’t worry, it’s all in my head.
 Methilda. (I hate her. She’s Ms. Know it all. And such a show off. But Ann kind of worships her. Figures. )
Easy, girl! I get that you’re a genius, I have no problem with that. But I’m completely disgusted by your taste. I mean, okay you’re all over Bennedict and probably one of his crazy stalkers, but we don’t need your updates, bitch! Not everyone like that weirdo. Stop flooding my newsfeed with your shit. Ugh.
Mysha Annava
I just hate this girl to the infinity. She’s such a drama queen and attention seeker. Always makes fuss out of the simplest matters. The main reason I can’t hate her enough is that she tries to seduce my stat. sir. Yeah, bitch. Like he’s going to fall for your vuri. You don’t have a muffin top sweetheart, you’ve got a whole wed cake around your belly.
Shila And Safa
Oh this two. I had to sit in the middle of this BFFS today; it’s been a torture. They were like “Have you bought that pink bag yet?” “My boyfriend is mad at me. God why is he mad at me?” “I’m gonna buy a dress like this color, wee.” “See, these girls can sit wherever and study whenever…” Blah…Blah..Blah And I was like can you guys just give it a break? I had to spend a whole solid hour listening to these shopaholics. Oh dear god!

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