you call me friend
because i put up with your shit
silently dealing with every insult.
my art is shit, my characters are cliche
and nothing i do will ever be enough.
you brag about your followers
and yet put me down when i tell you
about my social media.
you cheat off me
because i'm too weak to tell you no.
i hide in the bathroom to avoid you
a sick sort of game
how long can i stay out
of your gaze?
you call me friend
but you're the voice of my demons
laughing as you put me down,
without even realizing it.
and i'm too weak
to tell you
To the vile reprobate who pissed on my dreams
Dear degenerate furuncle,
It has been more than two years since you swindled me and my family out of our hard-earned prospective home. The place we still live in now (which your actions unforgivably forced us back to) has a climate which I can only describe as pure evil. Humid doesn’t even come close to relating the putrescent level of mosquito-ridden unbreathableness which we must suffer through on account of your retrograde existence. When you committed that unpardonably shameless crime, you not only broke my bank, my hopes, and my trust, you also destroyed my confidence in the decency of mankind.
I’d call you a rankling fungal ulcer on a hog’s hairy bottom; a loathsome piece of licentious scum; a contemptible, scatological excuse for a human being!!. But those elegant descriptions, and this letter, are simply too good for you.
With Sincerest regrets for ever having met you,
~The Credulous Fool.
dear HR Racheal
i am writing you this letter after our last conference. you amazed me yet again with you loathsome charachter.
Not often does a person comment on another in such a negative way as i intend to do. i hope it will be recieved in the manner it was intended.
so obviously, hate you. i think you are the epitome of all that is fake, vile, and filthy in the human race. you are obtuse to the needs of people you work with and supervise, you are melevolent and untruthful.
your attempts at charm are as successful as me doing the marathon. clearly you do not have it in you to feel any sympathy toward others. i will not say that you have no empaty, nay. that you have a lot, i’ll give you that. you can not be so disgusting and repulsive by sheer luck. the levels of loathing that me and surly everyone who has had the unfortunate experience in common, are surly something that is a result of careful calculation. why you would want to cause such vileness all around you is unknown. perhaps this is a corporate culture thing. perhaps you get praised for the number of employees you process in and out rather than the number you retain. i am sure you have your reasons, as did every horrible person in human history, though it could be argued that you are not one in any real sense. you seem to have a self assurance, seeing yourself, perhaps as somewhat of a succubus. i assure you that that is not the case. not in the least. a succubus would be attractive ourwardly at the very least. you are in that more similar to a rony dangerfield, only without the humor, or good intention that he had. your eyes, though are eerily similar . perhaps i am seeing this in you, as a result of how i feel. i will not sully my writing with vulgarity, but would like to conclude this letter by wishing you a series of calamities that will bring you continuous anguish and humiliation.
this letter would be circulated among your coleagues and superiors, with tje assumption that they are not reptiles like you. i do this not as revenge but as an honest hope that people i work with who share my laothing towards you (and there are many indeed) may see some improvement at least on a superficial level. you do superficial like no one can.
Letter to Someone You Hate
I asked for respect, I got emotional manipulation. You asked me out, and I was naive. I said yes. We dated for a while, you said I could come to you if I needed help "any time you want". So, I went for help. I got not only turned down, but a break up.
I didn't want this, and supposedly you had bigger issues of your own to deal with. Yes, because dating the person I held closest to me is the biggest thing in your life, not me. Somebody I considered family, is the person you decided to date within an hour. An hour after breaking up with me. My sibling. Now, I did mention that I was naive, but now I know you, much better than I did before. I know you inside and out, and I could impersonate you if I wanted.
Dear Mrs. Rose
Dear Mrs. Rose,
You were a diabolical shit-bag whose varying personality disorders should have prevented you from ever entering high school academia. Instead of being a good teacher and helping me with my learning disability, you instead chose to disparage and mock me in front of the class. You wrote me off as a dullard, instead of realizing I was an unmedicated kid with ADHD. I don't wish you any actual harm but I do hope the cafeteria food at your nursing home is nasty as hell. Piss off you venomous snake lady.
To Violence From Love
You make your way into people lives silently to be seen abruptly loud and ignorant. You sacrifice nothing and we lose everything because of your presence. We are blind to the disguise that you wear to impress us. You feed us with anger that is strengthened by a craving that causes a bigger performance than what is needed for a simple misunderstanding. I hate you because you think you belong in everyone’s life. You choose your victims by the fuse that they have installed. You take a life and destroy it, only for your pleasure. You add a continuance to every ending so that it will never end. You offer a life for a life to make the violence begin.
For this violence I have to say....Introduce yourself as IGNORANCE, and let the children play.
Hatred has no place in this world.
When you happened, I thought you were good. I was wrong. Never in my life have I been so wrong about someone. You were manipulative. An attention whore. A bully. A drama starter. I went off on someone on your behalf and to that person I will never be able to stop apologizing because I defended someone so horrid.
You manipulated me. You manipulated my family. You broke people who loved one another apart for your own personal gain. I despise you, and I doubt I will ever want to be in your company again. Just looking at you makes me uncomfortable.
I live by the motto: “Just because someone did something bad, doesn’t mean you should forget all the good they did.” Unfortunatly for you, I can’t think of a single good thing to weigh out anything that I listed.
You may kindly fuck off,
The Audacity of a Pretty Face
I walked out of the room when you started going on about your perfect marriage; my sister walked out of my life because of my rudeness.
I have lain sharp objects into my arm because of what I can’t achieve, of what you have so easily achieved. Break-up after break-up, man after relentless man telling me he was seeing someone else; the Urgent Care doctor who, upon seeing my wounds, said: next time, go to the ER.
You are a therapist, telling others how to heal from trauma when you have had nothing but the privilege of a life without mental illness yourself.
How can you fathom helping others? When did you writhe on the floor, pouring prescription medication down your throat, going to the ER for real this time?
Your head is the bobble head of shame, and you should not be smiling.
You know who you are,
I'll not curse, strike out or out cruel you...now. I'll accept your vicious, unfair and ugly actions simply turning from you in silence...for now. I'll not call you out by name.
You see, I never forget and serve my revenge on ice. Months...years...decades from now when you think you got away with the murder of my soul, know I'll out wait you and then dismantle your life with cunning...when I'm ready. A catastrophic surprise that will ruin you and you won't know who or what hit you.
So, go on with your petty life. Payback is a bitch...and I'm the bitch you should have never messed with. You are live on my timetable now, my hatred greater than your ability to hide.
Live every day with the certainty I'm going to get you...never knowing how or when...just that you will never be free of me.
Your everlasting companion...fear
Congratulations you once again have succeeded in pissing me off. You think you are so goddamn special just because of who your parents are. Well, guess what. NO ONE GIVES A GODAMN FUCK.
I would say I hope your life gets better and that you vanquish all your demons and that shit. But, honestly you should learn how to shut your goddamn mouth. Understand me yet bitch.
Also I’m alowed to fucking cry, I’m allowed to have emotions. Sorry, if not everyone has a black heart and is made of stone. Fuck you for thinking you know everything. Fuck you for acting like you own me. I am not, am NOT a piece of your property. You barely know me, you can’t control me. You wanna play me like a game?
I’ll show you how it’s fucking played bitch.