This One’s for All My Haters That Don’t Exist
Let me tell you something:
I’m THRIVING.
That’s right — I am successful. I am humbly and gratefully standing up on this pedestal …
PLEASE DON’T TOUCH THE PEDESTAL!!!! THIS IS MY MOMENT!!
*ahem*
I am HUMBLY and GRACIOUSLY standing here to say that I did X, and it’s because of you, my nonexistent haters, that I got to where I am today.
And you know who you are.
Yes, you — the person on Twitter who, when I voice my misguided opinions and life goals, you have nothing to say but …
nothing!
I mean, how dare you not hate on me? That’s what social media is for.
Where are the trolls??? Why doesn’t anyone try to knock me down when I air my shit out on Instagram for likes?
YOU SEE HOW DESPERATE I AM FOR ANY KIND OF ATTENTION!
It’s like … It’s like …
It’s like you don’t even care.
Well, let me tell you something — I accomplished my goal of X even without your hate.
Think about it: I had nothing fueling me. I used to dream of the day I could rub my undertakings in the faces of those who stooped to 160-character petty hate, or snippy comments on my Facebook posts.
But NOBODY did! They all just liked my posts (passive aggressively, I know it) and went on with their day, as if I wasn’t PUTTING MYSELF AND MY GOALS ON THE LINE FOR THEIR HATE!
Man, people with haters are so lucky. They go their whole lives being told they can’t do something, then get the ultimate satisfaction of showing off to all those who tried to pull them down.
I didn’t get ANY of that. I had NONE of that advantage. I was forced to get to where I am today the old-fashioned way — love and support from my family and friends.
ugh.
Well, my success is dedicated to all you BITCHES who wouldn’t so much as reply with a snarky comment or tell me my dreams were impossible.
I mean, really, the gall of you people to keep to yourselves and not sling shit in my face is utterly disgusting.
I HUSTLE and GRIND. I tell you exactly what time I wake up every morning, when I work out, how much I read, and even post daily motivational quotes … from myself!
IT’S SO OBNOXIOUS EVEN I HATE ON ME!!! WHAT MORE POSTURING DO I HAVE TO DO!?!?
(Seriously. I hate myself.)
Well, whatever. It’s not like your opinion matters, anyway.
You have no idea what it’s like to WORK.
To
RISE
AND
GRIND.
But don’t worry, I’m going to keep telling you.
Despite your lack of interest.
Despite your support.
Because trust me, someday soon…
… very soon …
I’m gonna leave you no choice but to hate me.
