i knew this bitch who kept complaining about the way she'd been bullied in school. 

especially by this one kid who she said "good looking, athletic and good in class." 

she, on the other hand, and these are her words, was "ugly, fat and bad at school." 

she actually knew the guy now as an adult, where he lived and what he was doing and so on, as if  she was stalking him on facebook out of vengeance.

 i thought she might be plotting something to get back at him which would've increased my respect of her tremendously, but no. 

the bitch was somehow masochistically enjoying how well he was doing in life, how he'd gotten into university to study science while she was stuck in mediocre shit jobs ever since graduating from high school with pretty shitty grades. 

she reveled on his superiority and he in turn never spared a thought on her, which i knew personally after talking with him in a bar through a mutual acquaintance. 

he was fucking some amazing girls, which to me was always the sign of a good blood line, while she was in love with this ugly greasy warehouse dude who beat her when he got drunk.

she suffered panic attacks, while the bully won sports diplomas. 

she went on car trips to her parents in the North to suffer abuse by them while he traveled across the globe. 

on top of this all she was constantly telling me how inferior she was as a human being, and finally her persistent pleading for my cock got me turned on, with an idea of its own implicitly added. 

she smoked a spliff with me and got on the bed while i lay on my knees before her, stroking her stomach intentionally as i knew how she hated it, for it being so thick and flabby with lack of muscles and excess of fat. 

i gave her a drink with sleeping pills and she passed out, like she'd done on many times as a little kid as she'd told me, but this time she didn't know it was coming. 

this time all those ridiculous dramatic suicide attempts would really come to an end. 

I'd show her how to die.

Darwinism In The Classroom

Thomas NoBody