And the hate spills.

You sicken me.

The way you think the world revolves around you
The way you think you're always right,
The way you condescend,
The way you treat people like they're lower than the lowest of beings,
The way you act like you're so damn high class,
The way you think the world owes you,
The way you think you can buy love, affection and concern with money.

What sickens me the most, is that somewhere deep down in me, we share the same blood.
I wake up in the middle of the night hoping I never become you.

You're so stuck on material things that you don't see the blessings in life. You underestimate the hate people have for you. You walk in and out of this house like it's a bloody hotel. You and that arrogant boyfriend of yours.

Your superficiality makes my blood run cold.