I’m tall, cute, popular, well dressed and liked and you’re a short, fat, smelly, wannabe, creepy, stalkery, poor dressing and too small of a size dressing b****. I’m talented while you just try to cling to those with talent to make yourself seem important. I’m funny. You’re awkward. You don’t belong on my turf. This is my world now and you don’t belong in it. The more you do things like try to spread rumors or talk behind my back, the more people are on my side. The more you act like a clingy creeper, the more you have what you want. I don’t even have to attack you since you ruin yourself. Although when you do finally have that mental breakdown, I will have popcorn ready. I know that it only takes a little finger hold into your insecurities to tear you down. I’m ripping you. And the best thing is, I’m doing it quietly and subtlety. Because unlike you, I know how to play the long game. My keep my cards close and my pets closer. You pretend to be a sociopath, and maybe you are, but you’re level one while you’re dealing with a level 100.