Reverse.

It's the weekend. Thank God.
First, I just want to say that people need to learn when to keep their mouths shut. Seriously, if you don't know a persons full story, shut. the. FUCK. up. Even quick throw away comments - things that mean nothing to you - can mean everything to somebody else.
Commenting on everything someone does, having to pick at everything, can really get to people. "Why did you do that?!" Because I wanted to, it was MY choice and it had nothing to do with you. It made no impact on your life what so ever, so why do you need to concern yourself in what I'm doing? Get a fucking grip.
Just because I don't wear exactly what you wear, or style my hair exactly like you, doesn't mean you have to treat me like shit.
Also, think about the shit you say to my friends. You're so selfish and arrogant, you act like no-one can touch you. I am just waiting for the day that Karma comes to get you, hopefully you'll get a black eye or something to tarnish your face so everyone can see what a bitch you are.
I apologise I'm not a fucking size 0, I apologise I wear things that aren't skin tight, I apologise that I prefer to keep my boobs in my top, I apologise that I choose to wear jeans rather than a belt that I attempt to pass off as a skirt.
In the end, you may have more friends, but who's happier? You, with your massive group of fake clones, who all bitch about each other? Or me, with my small group of close friends who know exactly what to do and say, who I can trust inexplicitly to always be there? Yeah. I'll let you figure that one out for yourself.
You look like a mess. You have orange skin and so much mascara on that your eyes look crusty.
Sort yourself out. Get some help. Don't take the piss out of me until you can pass yourself off as slightly human, because at the moment you look like something that crawled out from under a rock.
I don't care that you go to all the "cool" parties, I don't care that you managed to get off with every boy in the room. There's a word for that you know - slut. I have more respect for myself than to whore myself out to everyone and anyone.
I'd rather stay at home and read a book, or go round a friends house and play xbox for hours than go to one of your orgy's parties.
You disgust me.

Wearing almost nothing they go out after dusk, as if to be accepted you need to sell yourself, they need to learn there's much more to this world. They need to learn there's much more to this world.

-Rosa-xo