To
me, she’s not even human, she’s some kind of a germ. A concoc-
tion.
She is neurotic, nasty and abusive. Pathetic is a word that
springs
to mind. When she is loud and drunk, it’s torture being
around
her. She treats marijuana like some life preserving drug. She
is
most lively when she has a chance to get fucked up. Whenever
she’s
spazzing out and drooling over pot, I think to myself, “coke
whore”
but I change the word “coke” to pot. She doesn’t bathe much
and
sometimes the stench can be quite noxious. I don’t like being
associated
with her because I see how nasty she is with people who
I
work with. When she comes into a room, I either leave or try to get
out
of earshot of her. I hope she goes on her painful little way and
leaves
my sight. Not a bone in me hates that girl. She has managed
to
turn off everyone around her. She sure did it to me. I never set out
to
feel like that, no way. Now it’s at the point where it’s totally
irreversible.
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