I walked past you, you looked at me, I know it. Your hungry, bitchy eyes gleamed. How can you be so calm after so many men have devoured you? You're disgusting. Every time I see you with a man, it's obvious what he wants from you. And you think you're on a higher level than me, but maybe you're not wrong, because your standards are more disgusting than mine. Although, let me tell you a secret, you're not even fit to lick my boots. You're a woman walking beside me, because I'm a lady. I don't need your stupid comments, they're useless to me, just like you, whose only purpose seems to be giving men sex. I don't need your boyfriend, even though he only wants me. But both you and he fall way below my standards. I won't stoop to your level, because I want you to see what a cheap whore you are. And next time, speak more quietly. I don't care to hear about your problems; they're disgusting. I walk past you, and you just stare, realizing you'll never be on my level. And your comments behind my back are so insignificant to me, but the good thing about those comments is that they're behind my back, so you know where your ideal place is: behind me. And lower your voice; it's so irritating, it's annoying. Don't you know when to stop? Bitch. You always say you have sex for fun and not out of necessity, and let me tell you, you're absolutely disgusting. Those are the words of cheap people like you. You're not worth a penny. And you're always eyeing the guys your friends like; that's not right, you idiot. Or didn't they teach you to respect your friends? You always think you're better than everyone else, but you can't handle anyone, even though you know it and won't admit it. Bitch. I'm a lady compared to you. Your comments are so insignificant. You'd better learn to give respect, idiot.
