That’s right, you just go off and be miserable, love, and wonder why nobody likes you.
Um, no. Jealousy is a really bad thing.
No, love, you really don’t
Yes, that’s right. The whole ENTIRE universe revolves around ME!
Love, he’s just not that into you.
But what has furniture got to do with being a crazy obsessive who needs to let it go?
What the fuck has a manatee got to do with being a whiny bore? Are manatees known for their empathy?
Yes, they’re your friend. And you’re spamming them with this crap.
Or perhaps you’re just a bunny-boiling obsessive who needs to let it go. Or who needs to be locked up.
I can’t unpack this any better than Greg, who submitted it, has done, so I’ll let his snark speak for itself:
Classic misuse of “everyday” and sickening back-door bragging. Mothers’ “selflessness” highlighted by how the lines two and on YOU are huge, while the 3rd line on someone else’s happiness and well-being are almost too small to read.
I love getting a text from you because it reminds me to laugh at what a seriously crap and ancient phone you have
Because everybody loves a professional victim, don’t they?
My EYES. Comic Sans, too many capital letters and a dearth of apostrophes. Kill me now.
A perfect storm of vile font, hideous colours, revolting picture and passive-aggressive bullshit - because you’d only post that to piss off someone specific, right?
How fucking negative do you have to be that even your shadow doesn’t want to stick around? Seriously, cheer the fuck up.