I always thought being around people who tried too hard was like eating sand paper.
This is a new low.
As pretentious as ever, and for some odd reason not having an iota of modesty.
For all the talk, it’s nice to know you never once look in the mirror.
Maybe you haven’t heard of the saying pot calling the kettle black.
Or perhaps you’ve just got it into your minuscule brain that you’re the only things that matters in this whole goddamned world. Nothing compares to you, but your pathetic little existence. For fucks sake, wake up already.
The company that I keep might not be your cup of tea, but at least they’ve got some resemblance of class.
And for that, I’d pick the plastic figurines anytime.