29 April 2012
I am or at least WAS talking. I am or at least WAS walking. Until you bumped me or just talked, rudely interrupting me. Of course you did it, you always do. What have I, ever done to you? In the middle of something, anything really, you get your know-it-all booty in it. When I see you, it's your face I really want to hit. Why am I being so rude you say? It's because you, messed up my day! You say I am a rude, annoying, talkatibe, abusive brat. On my behalf I only hit you, because your face looked like a rat. Oh what? You said that wa rude?! Well excuse me, I don't like your 'tude! You say that I'm a bully, you say that I'm a pest! Well excuse me, you're not always the best! As we get older it gets switched, now who is the one left unhitched? You used to be "popular", "perfect", "flawless", but also a bully. When I was and still am an outsider, imperfect, and full of flaws and the bullied. You and I got older, we really haven't changed. Just people prefer real like me, then fake like you. And now the tables are turned. Leaving you crying, wasting the money you've earned. People just prefer me better, now realizing that; it makes your eyes wetter. I just have one question… now… HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES! We could have avoided this, if! You haven't rudely interrupted me… we could've been friends. But no! You rudely interrupted me!
Rudely Interrupted • Opuss № I