Oh, so you're just going to leave me on read? That's ok. No really, that's ok. It doesn't hurt my feelings at all. Not one bit. I mean I'm a nice person and all, and I can understand that maybe you're just not in the mood to talk right now and I'm ok with that. I hope leaving me on read took some of the stress out of your day. I hope that you feel empowered by neglecting the text that I took the time out of my day to send to you. Do you think I would have sent you that message if I knew you were just going to leave me on read? Was it really that meaningless to you? Do you think I really just sent you that message expecting no response? You're lucky because I'm a really nice person and I won't get worked up about this, but you should really consider the consequences of your actions in the future. Just imagine if I did care. Maybe then we'd have a problem on our hands. But no, I'll just let this one slide. Seriously, it's not even that big of a deal and all it shows is that you are a disrespectful and rude person in general. Were you raised by monkeys? What kind of person raises their kids to leave their friends on read? Oh, that's right, your parents did that. Well, I hope you know that leaving people on read doesn't actually make you cool and that I can see straight through you, you sack of shit. You dirtbag son of a bitch. Do you think that you're funny or something? Because, I hate to be the one to break it to you, but: you aren't fucking funny. And you never will be fucking funny. And to be quite honest with you, I've had enough of your shit. I don't care if I have to come to your house, take your phone and make you type me an adequate response. Do you want that? I don't think so, buddy. You left the wrong person on read this time. And don't think I won't because I will and I'll have you know that I have about 25 certified snipers surrounding your house right now and I've told them to shoot at the first sign of movement. Scared? Of course a baby like yourself would be. At least a baby would have been able to type a letter response. And you? You cannot even manage to type one letter. NOT ONE!!! And to think that I wasted time out of my day and my life to text you, you faggot. I bet you don't even have a girlfriend. Or if you did have a girlfriend, I bet she would text you and you wouldn't have the fucking decency to type back anything. She would tell you, "I think we should break up because this isn't working out." And then you would open it and instantly close it just to get the gratification of leaving someone on read. In fact, I bet you touched yourself afterwards too. I bet you rolled around on the floor like a little fucking baby because that's what you are. You fucking bitch. You puny little cocksucker. Hey, it looks like you just got a notification on your phone. It says, "BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL." I'll bet my ass you didn't even get the chance to read it because you exited out so quickly. Probably as quickly as you last in bed, you small dick bitch. Your girlfriend was probably like "Oh wow that was so fast we barely even started!" And you probably responded with nothing. Nothing Just like you always do. Well I have some news for you, fuckface: you're a loser. A loser!!! And you always will be for that matter! I hope you don't live to see tomorrow. You've spoken your last words my friend! And those last words were probably nothing at all. Such a pitiful life I must add. You must like being known as the person who leaves people on read. What a fucking title. I'll have you know that you will never be remembered as more than a fucking seen. I hope that hurts you, being remembered as nothing more than words on a screen. Fucking pathetic. What I said wasn't even that uninteresting. What I said would be considered funny to just about any human being with a brain larger than the size a walnut. Was it too much for your pea-sized brain to handle? Oh, I understand. Your dumbass can only understand text in the form of " ". What is " " you may ask; Well that is fucking nothing. How would it feel to get a taste of your own medicine, huh? How do you think that would make you feel? I bet your 1-inch penis would fall right off like a crushed Cheeto Puff as you lay in the fetal position and cry your fucking eyes out. Maybe then you'd come to the realization as you lick the crushed remains of your now Cheeto dust dick off the ground that you are the up most definition of a bitch and you should kill yourself. I hope you feel better and I'm just going to leave this seen here to remind you of how much of a mistake you are. Goodnight, you rotten, let down, no good, bitch ass motherfucker.
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