Dear... Social Climbers
I’m always the step before, the Walmart version, the most popular person who can stand to be friends with you because I’m too nice.
You always take me for granted and then try to climb to high and fall back on the ground. Begging me to take you back and I do because I want to believe I’m wrong but I know I’m not. Then when you find out you’ll never be as popular as them you try to be as popular as me. And say oh you’re only popular because you’re skinny, pretty, rich.
No, I’m genuine and I’m kind. Though my popularity doesn’t define me. Then you get jealous spreading shit about me and my more popular friends. No one cares apart from my friend and me, but you mess with my friends, you mess with me.
If you say cap behind my back, I will be hurt but won’t punch your face in or play mind games. Everyone thinks I’m the nice girl. But I get angry real quickly and so I proceed to destroy your sorry existence. I won’t ever feel bad.
This has happened to me five times but I just want to believe people are nice.
And yes I’m a cancer.