The Rant Book

Rant On Backstabbers

Backstabber. Ugh. I've been way too familiar with that word for my liking. Not that it bugs me now, because I've grown smarter. 

Or so I keep telling myself.

For all those who don't know (and I'm not sure those people exist) what 'backstabber' means, here's the meaning 'the action or practice of criticizing someone in a treacherous manner while feigning friendship.' In my words, "good for nothing stuck-up bitches who ain't worthy of friendship.' I've had it experienced more than it'd want to. Yeah, you learn from experiences they say, but never mention that the experience is always bad. I mean, that is the reason it's called an 'experience.' It would be the real deal if it turned out good.

Anyway, I'm losing my point over here. Who's to blame when you are stabbed? You! Yes, even though you have been ditched, it would have been a lot wiser to keep your eyes open while nurturing that 'special' friendship with the one who has or hasn't yet gained your trust. I can tell you that trusting your friends is a good thing, but blind-foldedly handing yourself over is foolish. I had been a stupid little geek (Ironic how I hate being called that yet I'm saying so!) too dumb to realize the real face (and an ugly one) behind the friendship facade.

Now I know it wasn't too hard to see behind that ugly-ass face of hers if only I had been looking at the signs.

~ She claimed to be my 'best friend' whereas all she ever did was use me as if I were a  jobless dodo to complain about her relationships which used to break in the blink of an eye. Yes, she was a slut! Still is. I kind of felt like a stupid pet who will listen to all your crap and never talk back. Unfortunately, here I did try, only to be hushed for the welcome of another one of her problems.

~I paid. Be it transport fare, restaurants, movies or wherever we hung out. I didn't tell her much beause the reason she gave was "dad's unemployed' with an emotional made-up story to follow which also happened to explain the nonsensical reason of always giving me a 'missed call' on my phone so I had to call her back.

~ I was never her priority. Well, best friends do prioritize, right? All the funny gossip went in the ears of another girl who seemed even more fake and stuck-up with suicidal tendencies. Not that I care about the gossip, but now when I look back, I can say for sure that all they gossipped was about me. Should I be feeling special here?

~This is the part when you start hearing people talk how your friend is talking behind your back. Do NOT ignore. It maybe true, maybe not. The best thing you can do is confront her. Her reaction will give away whether she is actually lying or not, trust me, unless she's your Broadway lead. That'll make it pretty hard to see through her.

Sometimes, they'll come back to you and say that misunderstandings caused your friendship to drift apart. But honestly, who cares? Were they misunderstandings in the first place? Or you just couldn't keep your shitty mouth from spilling my secrets? Even better, they'll go about with the drama along with insertion of a few tears (not real! nu-uh) and those melodramatic dialogues which will make you want to throw a piece of shit in their mouth to stop them from going on. Hey! That sounds good! :D

Back to the point, Don't believe them. Even if you do, you can seize this opportunity to test whether they are for real or just as fucked up as before. Lying bitches!

I hate her! Bloody sick whore! She sure as hell rendered me weak. Spilling my weaknesses to her wasn't one of my wisest decisions, but seeking revenge was. Revenge was sweet. Ha! I exposed her. The true sorry excuse of a face behind the sugary sweet mask. Thank God I was only waist deep in her treachery when I realized who those people actually are. 

I came out strong. But that doesn't mean one might be unscarred. I was lucky to have awesome blossom truly fabulous friends with me. I realized who was actually by my side. Kinda hard way to find out. 

So remember fellas!

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Uh... Oopsies! ... I forgot what I was going to write. Happens a lot!

Well, whatever. All you need to know is that backstabbing bitches are screwed up fakesters whose life sucks, which is why they need you to keep it entertainment worthy. We aren't complaining. (Well, we kinda are. Remember I'm ranting?) But I found out eventually. They couldn't keep this little game on and on forever. 

So, I'd tell you to suck it up, don't care about the world and enjoy, but those words sound as fake as those losers. Hence, don't suck it up, fight back. Care about your true friends, not the backstabbing bitches. And well. Enjoy!

Before the rant ends I just quickly want to curse that bitch who tried to mess with me. 

LANGUAGE ALERT!

You stupid, sick, sorry, ass-face whore! Trying to mess with me. Get a life, butthead! Too dumb to be true. Try your silly games with other moronic assholes who care.  Go shove your ass up your ugly face where it's meant to be. DIE! BITCH, DIE! 

Phew, that feels good. Sorry for the outburst. NOT!

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Kiara