Self-Stealers

You know what I hate? Okay, so there are a lot of things, but...

You know what I really, really hate?

Hypocrites. Copy-cats. Losers who don't have enough of a life that they are actually willing to steal it from somebody else. Bitches who grab that part of you that makes you you, forces it into their own pitiful bodies; mixes it up with "cool" media influences and brags on their blogs how terribly, "individualistic" they are.

Fuck you, bitch. You know who you are.

I know.

I know Jack is taking me over again.

I know how badly this sounds coming from me -- a person who is so messed up within her own mind that it isn't even pitiful anymore. I know well this fact, in fact, that I my speakers are currently blasting Mandy Moore's, "Only Hope", just so that I'd get a grip of myself.

Calm down. Breathe.

But its not working.

I'm pissed now because of a certain someone.

A certain someone who is oh so clever. A certain someone who flaunts her lame, lip-puckering pictures around on MySpace and Friendster -- hoping she'd get some dumbass recognition.

Oops.

Did I just say, "she'd"?

Well, surprise-surprise. A clue.

Who ever could it be?

Hmm. Take a good guess, bitches.

I knew her well.