"I want to be better than all the people I have hated ever."
I've always locked in out of spite. Call it petty, but it's true. I feel this burning, awful feeling that tells me to always be better than the people I hate more than anything else in this world. I need something to prove. One of my biggest motivators is revenge. And what is the best revenge? A life well lived. A life they could never have. And what do I have to do to get that life? Study hard. Work hard. BE HARD. Be everything they can't. Prettier, smarter, more popular, more outgoing, more everything.
I have to study well and be at the top. I know what will happen if I don't. The person who I hate with every single cell of my body, the creep and stalker who has repeatedly harrassed my friends and made everyone uncomfortable, including my own boyfriend, is going to be my boss someday. She is going to laugh at me and roll her eyes at how I said I'd become something one day. She is going to grab me by the hair and say to me,
"You're pathetic, Ringo. I knew you were all talk."
And just the thought of that humiliation burns in my veins.
It makes me want to retch.
So I'll prove that future her wrong.
I will be pretty, polished, and perfect. I will be everything she could never be.
I refuse to let a trashy, chopped, lowlife hoe with no sense of style and a nasty, stuck-up voice be better than me!
