You’re not some dewy-eyed ingenue, naive and unsophisticated.
You take center stage, chewing the scenery with your saccharine schoolgirl routine. Your tarnished reputation can’t be camouflaged by pretty-in-pink eye flutters, and coquettish smiles. The “poor me” act, punctuated by grand gestures and proclamations, grows stale.
Without an original thought in your vacuous head, you never go off script. Instead, you deliver an incessant monologue of tired tropes and duplicitous clichés. It’s a continuous loop of the same mindless drivel your Mean Girl clique parrots.
The noise is enough to make my ears bleed. Mute isn’t enough… delete.

The first line was perfect. A hold-nothing-back, I-know-what-you-are accusation.
LOVE!
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