Dear Pretentious A-hole,
I am writing you a little letter to ask, why it is you turned out the way you did. Once we dig up how you were slighted or who did you wrong, I would like to find a black hole in space, time travel back to your childhood and help mend the fences or bridge the gaps that caused you turn down the deep, dark, twisty path that led you to this point.
Now, I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt; second chances help to make this world the beautiful mess that it is after all. But, I swear to high heaven that if you make my dear friend cry one more time, I will become more than the “passive agressive bitch” (that is what you so kindly called me and my friends who were caring for a crying comrade, is it not?) and turn into an over protective mama bear, and believe you me, you do not want to see that, though my claws are something magnificent to be hold and my snarl is far worse than my bite.
How is it you believe your time is worth more than all others who dare enter a room? Why do you feel that your presence automatically negates that of anyone else in the vicinity. Not to mention the fact that you weren’t invited to the party and you showed up with the hope of ruining someones night or “getting lucky”, your gall sir, is astounding.
I would like you to know your “innocence” and “no harm ment” attitude is fooling no one. Please, I implore you, seek help for your narcissism post haste and return only after you realize how much hurt you have inflicted. She, the one you made cry, is one of the most amazing people I know. The girls you referred to as “bitches” are my bitches (said with love and endearment, not spite and loathing, you uninformed little twit) and it is not your place to refer to them in such a derogatory manor. They are the most caring, talented, open hearted, and fantastic human beings to grace this city and you aren’t worth the time you have been given.
And so dear Hater, please take note, I will give you a chance, listen to your side, and kindly move on. But please consider the words that come out of your assuming mouth, because it only makes an Ass out of U and Me.
The Passive Agressive Bitch