A Series of Observations

Gosh you make me look good, the way you talk about me.

Good or bad, press is press. Or so they say.

So very interesting. I can only imagine what it’s like inside that mind of yours.

Why does she do that? Why does she care so much? She is so annoying. I can’t believe she posted that. I could never. I would never. I hate that. I hate this. She’s never going to make it doing that. Will never look good wearing that. Way too much. Not enough. Not pretty enough. Too much makeup. She let herself go. Not interesting. Not smart enough. No one will love her. Not good enough. They will all hate her. Not funny. Only good for one thing. No one will read her writing anyways. Why is she trying so hard? Why isn’t she trying harder? Fake. Fake. Fake.

Oh baby, you get me going.

But who’s that talking? Me or you?

Press is press, or so they say, and I grew up on spite.

So go ahead, talk dirty to me.