Really, I’ve had enough of your bitching/whining/complaining. You obviously have no idea how good you have it. You never get what you fucking want? Mommy and Daddy buy you everything you ever want. They give you money, clothes, food, they’re even paying for your entire college bill. You even told me that they bought a house for you already? What the fuck is the matter with you. Your parents are phenomenal. So maybe they don’t let you out one night. Fucking deal with it.
You are one of the prime examples why I hate the world. You have so much, yet you don’t appreciate any of it. Your parents care too fucking much? You want freedom? Go survive in the real world. Go ahead. Honestly, I wish they’d make you leave their house for the shit you say about them. Your mother is not a cunt for making you stay home. How fucking dare you. If my daughter ever said any of that stuff behind my back, I would take away everything I ever gave to her. You don’t appreciate jack-shit. All you do is whine and complain.
Now that I think of it. That’s all you’ve ever done. I can’t believe I used to find you funny. I used to call you my friend. But now, everything that comes out of your mouth irritates me to the point where I have to set you straight. You cried because your “dream” college didn’t accept you? Quit your whining. ‘Cause my ass is going to wherever I can afford to go. Yeah, I have hopes and dreams but I’m also realistic.
And you also had the nerve to say that I’m “badder” than you? I know black people say someone’s “bad” to mean that they’re hot or good-looking, but you’re implying that I get fucked up on the weekends and do bad in school right? Wrong. Bitch, I get straight A’s, I’m drug-free, I pay for my own shit, I feed myself, I buy my own clothes, I wipe my own ass.
I really wanna meet your parents. And to just tell them that they’re two of the most finest people I’ve ever had the honor to meet.
And I really wanna see what happens to you when you grow up and mommy and daddy aren’t around to give you everything you want and baby you. Let’s see if you’ll even know how to pay the electric bill by yourself.
You know you’re bad when I’m angry to the point where I have to vent all my thoughts onto here. I hope that one day, you realize that you actually have it fucking great.
Your reality needs a checking.