I don't like you because I feel threatened.

Good job, you're better than me.

Now I will proceed belittle you to the point which your irrelevance will placate me.

I'm one of those.
The insecure types who because I am living my life, I must be ichiban.

Are you a gorgeous model type?
Sure, just the type who wears jeans everyday.

Are you the adorable, cute, impossible to hate type?
Pass me a bucket, it's clearly put on.

Are you one who socially predates me?
Evidently, no one wants you now.

Are you one who consists of two parts: cerebrum and cerebellum (see: complete brain. I knew this would backfire. idk basic physiology anymore.)?
Nothing better to do than study. The 'hard-working' type.

Since when did 'hard-working' mean stupid?
I know we're elitists, but sometimes I hate myself for the amount of bitch my academic upbringing has given me.

I digress.

I do feel threatened. For like a second.
Then I inflict upon you, oblivion.


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Postscript: I just said something horrid and thus proceeded to accidentally kick my foot into something and now it hurts. Karmablog another day. Yes, the comment was about someone I would like to erase (via insecurity).