Fucking Assholes

Some say I got a bad attitude, 
But that don't change the way I feel about you, 
And if you think this thought might bring me down, 
Look again cause I ain't wearin no frown! 

And I get sick when I'm around, I can't stand to be around, 

I hate everything about you! 

So, I think I’ve finally come to accept the fact that some people are assholes for no reason at all what so ever. They lie, cheat, and back stab just because they can. For example this bitch I know, I’ll call her Thundercunt, is a habitual liar and back stabber. She lies about big things, little things, sideways things, and upside down things. Why? Because she’s a fucking asshole and I think she couldn’t tell the truth too save her life. The bitch could be on her death bed and God could come down and say, “Yo Thundercunt, the sky is blue right.” Being God he already knows the answer and she knows he knows, but instead she answers, “The sky is cherry red God. What’s wrong with you?” Of course Thundercunt thinks she’s the smartest thing that ever walked the face of the fucking Earth, but not smart enough to realize the jig is up. I’m not the only one who sees through her bullshit. I’ve racked my brain over time trying to figure out why she’s likes this and why she’s still in my life. I’ve tried to figure out what makes a person act like that and for a time I felt bad for her. Her life must really suck if she has to create such an extensive imaginary life and way of thinking. I like logic and order and there is neither when it comes to her. None. I’ve called her out on shit many a time, placed the proof at her feet, and she just talks around it. She turns my words around and around and inside out and uses them against me. It’s sad, pathetic, and ridiculous. Unlike Thundercunt, I won’t lie. It hurt like hell the first time I figured out what she was doing. When I figured out damn near everything she told me was a lie. Here I was, thinking I had found a friend, a good friend at that. We had sooooooo much in common it was unreal. Unreal was the correct word I guess. I told her so much. Things I didn’t normally tell people. I should’ve written her off then, but I felt bad for her and believed that I could salvage things. I am ever the optimist. I was wrong. Unfortunately, for the moment, Thundercunt is still in my life, but not to the extent she once was. She’s more on the peripherals of my life until I can kick her ass to the curb for good. Sometimes people are just assholes with no rhyme or reason to it and I just have to accept it and move the fuck on.