I don’t usually use this word for people, but this one’s an exception.
I hate her.
There I said it.
Why do I hate her?
cos she’s so dumb.
Yet she thinks she’s so smart.
That’s what I’d like to call her.
I can’t hold a conversation with her before I start mentally making a note of my to-do list for work the next day.
Which I actually find the most boring thing in the whole wide world!
She’s opinionated, but they don’t sound like hers. They sound ‘textbook’.
She’s so petty. So fragile.
So clingy. So needy.
Such a damsel in distress.
The only distress I see is the one she puts him through.
But the thing is… he seems to enjoy being her rescuer.
Which is when the ‘her’ turns out to be me.
I hate her = I hate me.
That I was dumb enough to fall for someone dumb enough to fall for someone as dumb as her.