I mean, I don't really hate you

Patronising me is no way to win an argument. Relating every point to you is not going help. Its not about YOU I couldn’t give a shit about You. in fact, I almost hate YOU. Almost. If I did hate I would point out in a week or two you will get your exam results. Confirmation of failure will be fun to celebrate, won’t it? What are your life plans now? No, I know you don’t have a job. Are you parents still disowning you? I mean that must be tough not having anywhere to live when you finally flunk out of halls. Or a job. Yeah, good for you not needing to work while you erm neglected to study, but no job? At all? Not even a Saturday job to contribute towards the rent. Well I say rent, you need a house first don’t you? Still you have your rich mummy and daddy to fall back on… oh yeah, right, short memory, sorry. So erm what about your friends? You could sofa-surf for a bit, couldn’t you? Actually, where are your friends? I don’t think I’ve seen you hanging out with anyone in quite while. What about your boyfriend? I can’t imagine why he dumped you. I know he said “it just didn’t feel right” but did you really buy that? I mean that’s just what boys say when they can’t be bothered to give you the real reason, like they met someon else, cos it might start a fight. And boy do you like a fight! Not that that’s a bad thing. Necessarily. Obviously, sometimes people just want peace and quiet without uncalled for judgmenetal comments, misinterpreting everything, wild assumption making and your generally self centred, self obsessed view on life. But that’s just YOU, right? And if really hated you, I would let you know.