Drama-rama! I have been reading M’s twitter updates, of course. Naturally, she’s been non-stop blabbing about her love for S. They are painful things like, “I didn’t break it so why do I have to be the one to fix it” etc. She’s deleted them all now, but they were pretty damn priceless and desperate. He never liked you, even as a friend, you loser.
Anyway, I have been updating S whenever she writes something about him. This was silly of me because apparently I am the only one who can manage to keep anything from anyone. S tells his sister that M is insane and needs to stop writing crazy shit about him. His sister responds, “I don’t think that’s her on there.” Um, I’m pretty certain, since there is a PHOTO of her. God.
So now M knows that I read her tweets and is most certainly censoring herself now. She also thinks I should get a life. Ok, I probably should, but someone needs to document her existence so that future generations know how not to fuck up their lives.
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The fact that she is not chronically depressed about her shitpile of a life indicates to me that she is just completely oblivious. As House says: "You know what's worse than useless? Useless and oblivious."
Sad. And I thought my life was pathetic.
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