Epitome of self hatred

Thank you, world for making me realize that I’m the lowest of all life forms. I’m the female, Jewish version of Adolf Hitler. I’m a racist, a classist, an elitist, a monster, an overly competitive bitch, a superficial looksist, a manipulative brat, a person who uses her intelligence for the wrong reasons, a cheater, an opportunist, and a sadist. I’m a person who has failed to yield children because I’m an unfeeling person who would simply neglect her kids. I’m the kind of person who takes pride in her perfect shape because she knows she has nothing else to offer. I’m the girl who intimidates people into giving her points in tennis matches because she knows that tennis is the only thing she excels at. We’ve all got to be the top of something when we are losing at the game of life, right? I’m the girl who snickers at people who can’t master things that I can conquer because I know they at least have someone who loves them when I never have been loved. And there is a reason I’m unloved right? I’m a cocky, nasty person who befriends assholes and chauvinists alike. Because I’m the person who loves to steal men from the girls who taunted her in high school instead of doing the brave thing and confronting these girls. I’m that girl who thinks there is something wrong with a guy who doesn’t hit on her. I’m the girl who starts her own business because she believes she is always right and superior to others. I ‘m the girl who makes a scene because it’s the only way she knows how to cope. I’m the girl who no one invites to their weddings, their parties, or their teams, the girl who no one allows me to watch their kids or and no one dates because people hate to think they’d actually like someone like me when they are all really just like me they don’t admit it.