it’s not that i hate rich people, nor do i want to eat the rich. i think that s*** is stupid. but i hate the little things that make rich people different from me. i’m a scholarship at an nyc private school and i’ve always been an outsider observer; an outcast. so i’ve noticed things. everyone else is taller, everyone else is thinner because everyone else does some s*** like squash and because they like to eat less and complain about the cost of food when they don’t just eat somewhere else or eat at school or cook for themselves because they’ll feel more grunge and aesthetic that way. they don’t have acne. their lives go faster and they get caught up in it. all of their friendships are superficial, hanging on a thin thread and they’d rather ditch their morals for a friendship of convenience. they have a certain annoying f****** uptalk accent that makes me genuinely want to stab someone in the eye with a pencil. they don’t personally feel the issue when Black people are referred to as “Blacks.” they half-a** projects, research, whatever related to serious topics. they call things like oppression “interesting” when we’re discussing something in literature class. they think certain motifs were just used by the author “bc it’ll sound good” when it’s literally clearly about something entirely f****** else. they’ll reject offerings of food because they’ve never had to worry about food and won’t feel the urge to hoard unlike everybody else i know and knew. not that not wanting food is bad, i just hate the underlying truth behind it. they live in their little bubble and in that little bubble is “this is offensive, and this isn’t!” even if it’s just fake woke b******* that nobody else f****** sensible and has some sort of touch with reality believes. it’s because they’re trying to overcompensate. they cognitive dissonate like crazy and are so f****** good at it. they eat out every day and i’m not sure where that money comes from. their card? do their parents hand it to them physically? trust fund, or what? and how are they just allowed to get ugly a** expensive shoes like the imran potato human foot ones?? you’re just going to wear it once though and only as a joke, so what the f*** is the use? and why aren’t you upset when i accidentally spill a chemical on your bag and it deteriorates? i shouldn’t have lowered myself like a peasant and apologized so much to you, i guess. but why weren’t you upset at all? is that because you’re just nice and calm? or is it because getting a new bag wouldn’t be an issue? not that i’m mad at you for that, i’m just sorta curious. i love you anyway. even if you’re rich, these issues don’t bother me when i’m with you. for some reason. you’re just actually a good, decent person. i wonder what about your childhood made you grow up differently from everyone else? ’cause the difference is sorta crazy…