So let me tell you my side of the sob story, misery-of-other-people enjoyer, that is you, right?
When my life is a mess, you laugh
But when you got into the worst-case scenario, you blame me for your stupidity
Girl, I am not even right by your side by now
I did not even dictate you to idly enjoy being a laughingstock
You just stepped into the cobblestones of America, your brain already clogged
Your attitude already changed, your personality is already a bit ******
Who cannot even accept defeat and mistakes.
Girl, grow the **** up
Stop being a victim in the own mess you made
Stop pushing people in the own grave you dig
You know, that smirk of yours will only get you in trouble
Not now, but soon. ;)
When you yapped, did you hear anything from me? No, right?
You asked for help, did you catch a single complaint from me, huh?
But the moment I opened my mouth, suddenly comprehension fails—even your IQ and EQ too
You’ve got endless whining, crying over this, crying over that.
You move without thinking.
You act without a plan.
We’ve already handled it, and here you are, still trying to nag about it.

Be one step ahead of us, or you will end up being a pathetic and desperate ***** with a pathological liar ******* son.