My hatemail for you, Fatso

You're so righteous, you think you're a god?
You think, just because you no longer take calls like we do, it makes you more superior than us? Well I have a news for you, your shit still stinks worse than mine. Yeah. Know why? Cause you're a pathetic thumb-sucking, mommy-calling jerk.

I know my mistakes. I commit them over and over in hopes of trying to save my stats. I know the rules and policies. Call me stupid for trying to make a living in an unfair (*eye rolling) way but hey, life's unfair isn't it? Woopie. I also know that NO MATTER what I say, it doesn't justify the things that was accused to me. I'm losing the fight that I'm not prepared to get into. No words needed. I am, as what they say, guilty beyond reasonable doubt. Honestly, I'm totally fine with the reason why I'm being citated. Honest to God (if you have a God). What I'm ranting about is the fact that I WAS THE ONLY ONE CAUGHT BY THAT SAME MORON WHO SEEMS TO FOCUS HIS FOUR EYES ON ME. I wanna kick his behind and say, "what the fuck did I ever do to you?? Do you despise me just because I'm not fat as your lousy ass? Man, that's fucking insane!". It's just that I want to get some of my colleagues in trouble, don't get me wrong..but hell, it'll be nice if we all go down since we're all on the same ship at once aren't we? I'm not expecting for any justice since justice is way out there hiding behind the black clouds. What I want is for that tub of a lard to get off my fucking back. Like, gimme a break! I aux here, he calls me, I aux that, he calls me, I aux this shit because I'm about to fucking piss, he FUCKING CALLS me!! GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK, fatso.

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