when people want to
stab you in the back because
they’re jealous of what you’ve
have. They’re all miserable unhappy

savages that derive pleasure from
other people’s fallouts.  They spread
just like pathogens infesting the innocent. The
success of others emphasizes the failure in

themselves. They are twisted, mangy
vile creatures that **** the blood
out of you like leeches. It’s oozing out
their mouth. They hate themselves. And I

in turn hate them. Be careful who you call
a friend.