… is basically perpetrated by that one bitch.
She started it from as early as the beginning of the college! She went around talking bad about each and every one in the class. Unbelievably, the first target of the first semester in college was self.
We were like little piglets fresh on the farm, for fuck’s sake! We hardly knew each other then, what is there to talk about? And was as quiet as a mouse in class, sitting at the back, keeping quiet in class discussion, minding own business. Apparently, that was conspicuous enough to be bitched about with her little crony of friends who would listen to whatever she had to say, even if she wanted to talk about her own masturbation.
Now, she has a different crony, but she is still as manipulative, deranged, cunning, two-(million-)faced, fake, sycophantic, evil as before and perhaps even worse. And the worst part is that she’s the smartest in the class. She’s not merely the smartest, she really is in another level academically among us. She’s also a good actor, which explains why everyone in class fell for her neverending reality act.
Doesn’t it just baffles you how someone as intelligent as her can be so ruthless and full of agenda against people who are barely even competition to her? If she feels threatened by the people she’s against, then it must have been a backhanded compliment to have been her repulsive mouth’s target in the first semester.
Why is she resorting to these underhanded schemes to cause unease, disrupting the relationship between classmates? Is it a sign of low self-esteem, extreme insecurity? Is this an effect of her upbringing? Mean, people with loving parents definitely do not end up being evil puppeteers like this one is. She did mention before that her mother suffers from depression.
So all along, self’s instincts were right; she is worse than previously thought. It took a few people’s testimony and a half-hour heart-to-heart talk to confirmed self’s suspicions.
Am thinking though: does talking about her make us just like her?
Driving home in the evening yesterday, the sky was strangely bright.
Edit 19/4: Am still so hung-up over this that the 4 of us, who knows the bitch’s true colours, spent 2 hours in college cafeteria having a nice, cathartic bitching session.
Bitching is bad, but it sure is cathartic.