Why I Hate Other Women!

I hate your taunting smile

Your incessant need to make everything look so delicate

I hate your intelligence

Your need to always be right

Your scholarly research on active emotion

I hate the way that sweater that falls off your shoulders without you knowing in a dark corner of a coffee shop when I have to work while you look like a perfect fall day

I hate your “thank yous”

Your need to always compliment me when I look nice

Because you always look better in a t-shirt than I do

I hate how men flock to you though you go home alone each night

Why not just take one of them home?

I hate your confidence.

Your insecurities that are always hidden in the purest fashion

I hate the fact that you are always right when you give me advice

I hate that you still smile at me and and say hi even though you know how much I loathe your existence

I hate you because I hate myself

I don’t want to be you, I want to just be as confidant as you

Sometimes I feel sorry for you because you remain decent and kind even when I rally the troops against you

I hate me for hating you

-A letter from your adversary.

Please love her regardless.