Please, just allow the look on my face to say it all. You really don’t want to get me started.
See, this thing happens where people mistake my kindness for some sort of soft. There’s your fucking blunder. There ain’t a whisp of soft here. I’ll walk right by you on the street like I never fucking met you, and flip my gorgeous hair when I do.
Never misunderstand exactly what type of bitch I really am. I am that nasty. I am that unforgiving. And you can fuck right off.
So, today, I cut a bitch out of my life that has been in it for 30 years. I don’t feel an iota of sadness about it either.
You know how, when you’re dealing with people, especially people you really feel some type of love for, you can let little things slip? You excuse little microaggressions, you overlook shit you really should have caused a big ass fucking scene over, because you give them the benefit of the doubt?
Yeah. That’s where I hold the blame on this, because I should have checked this ho about 5 years ago.
But, there’s being a dumb bitch, and there’s flat out disrespecting someone in their face like you’re made of some shit I can’t smack the fuck out of.
You’re not. You’re definitely not.
And then send me a message “I’m too much of a pussy to tell you”, like I didn’t already know a week prior because bitches can’t wait to burn up the phone lines to try to tell me something they think is going to shake me.
*cue the fucking sound of the record scratching*
Bitch, may I direct you to the first season of the Ask A Bitchface podcast where I openly talk all about your little cokehead ass boyfriend. If you thought for a moment I was shook, please refer back to the beginning of this paragraph.
I actually thought you were serious about your recovery. That you wanted to not lose custody of this kid. That you wanted to actually get a fucking job for the first time in 40 years and stand on your own two feet. Laughable, I know.
Bitch, to ever be anything like me, you’d have to start from absolute scratch ho because everything you’re standing there trying to imitate, even my last season knockoff me is doing better than you.
Take a seat in the back row with the rest of the unattractive bitches trying to be me.
And remember this part. Don’t call me when you are on your dick, toting your belongings around and need a shower and I have to toss you and some needle junkie out on your ear. I should have cut you loose for good then, but bitch you better believe. That’s right now.
Take this as a lesson from your Queen. When a bitch shows you the first time she’s a disloyal ass tramp who can’t manage her own level of fucking stupidity without a student workbook, cut the bitch loose. It doesn’t get any better, because at the end of the day, a snake is going to do what a snake does. Let that ho slither on down to the back row. Lest I be tempted to step on her fucking neck.
April, I love you!! You always say it straight up! You say what others are thinking!!
Love ya girlie. <3
I recognize the level of disgust you are feeling. I’ve felt it too. I can do the thousand yard stare and complete shutdown myself. It’s so sad that people mistake kindness for weakness. 💜💜💜💜