Sure, I’m a bitch. Sure, there are girls prettier than me. Sure, I’m not that skinny anymore. Sure, I’m not the classiest bitch around.
But damnit, I am classier, prettier, thinner, and less of a bitch than she is.
I shouldn’t be mad at all. I should be happy for the kid. But I can’t find myself being happy for my ex boyfriend when he’s dating that disgusting, white trash bitch.
And no, I don’t dislike her simply because she’s dating my ex boyfriend and got my sloppy seconds. I dislike her because she is part of the reason why we broke up. And obviously, I’m still bitter about it. Why am I bitter about it? Well, because I was in love with him. A piece of me will always be in love with him and I will always have feelings for him. And since he is someone I care about, I don’t want him dating a nasty bitch.
As I said, she isn’t pretty. And she has really awful teeth, which just bother me.
But seriously. I only dislike her more now for dating my ex boyfriend who I waas in love with at one point in time.
I hope you like my sloppy, scarred seconds, bitch.