grow up, back off. (i'm about to sound like a cocky douchebag, word.)

nearly 7 years later, and you're still the same sorry piece of shit.

LIVE YOUR LIFE.
stop obsessing over mine.

since you met me, you've wanted everything i have.up until recently, it wasn't much. but now you realize that being an asshole has held you back considerably. jealousy is an ugly colour on you.how can you expect to get where you want to go without actually working for it?? what the fuck do you even do?? it's a genuine question. because i'm curious as to how you think you're so much better than anyone else on any given day because of what you ASSUME to have over them.

YOU WANT WHAT I HAVE?!
i dare you to come try and take it from me.

and while you're fixing your face and taking your courage pills, i'll tell you all the things you lack as a human being.
personality, a personable nature, friendliness, and nice communication skills. you're full of yourself, and full of shit.

and someone had to say so.

don't break any bones when you topple off that shiny pedastal you made for yourself once when no one was looking. the one you built hoping no one would be able to see past it to who you really are.

because i remember who you really are.
and i doubt anyone would care as much as i did, back when i was trying to help you become a better person.

maybe i failed you. maybe you failed me.
maybe we failed ourselves. it doesn't matter.
because i learned something too.

i was ALWAYS better, because i know what respect is.
and i am doing just fine.
and if i were you, i'd prolly be jealous too.
i can live with it. ;]

and i'm sure that if you were nicer to people, and more of a goodhearted person, you'd be in my shoes right now and i'd still be who i was back then.
i seriously do not doubt that at all...i think if you were to stop acting like a greedy, selfish child, it would really help your position. learning respect and compassion wouldn't hurt, either.

i'm not saying i'm an angel. i just enjoy what i do, the people i meet and places i go while doing it, and the fact that it kills you.
i'm a person, not a saint.