How I see it, you can't get past how I used to be. You see me as the same person I was like, what, three years ago? Maybe four?
I'm not the same person I used to be when I was 15, 16, even 17 years old. At all. The problem with you is, you feel as if I'm still just a child mentally. You have no idea what I'm capable of right now in my life. Even if I had had a degree by now, god forbid, you wouldn't even begin to know, would you? I mean, think about it, you aren't even involved in my life on a daily basis. You don't know my habits, how early I wake up, when I take baths or if I even bathe at all quite honestly.
You know nothing about me.
And the fact that you would sit there and form judgments about me, you're just as bad as Maggie to me at this point. You assume just as much as her. Why? Because you're both bitter. The only difference is, while you may complain about how people see me for my body, you love my body even now. If I offered myself to you, would you not ******** me? Would you not want to grab me by the throat at spank me so hard I couldn't sit right for weeks? Yeah.
With Maggie, she's still so jealous of me that she holds on to this resentment and oozes it every time she sees me.
Both of you ******** give me power. It's like giving me ammunition. She's jealous of me, so it puffs up my ego and inflames my narcissism and you still care enough about me to complain about me and you're still jealous that I'm not yours.
******** you both, you dysfunctional wastes of skin.
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