Rated for language and theme.

Dumb, Dizzy Darcy
S'cyre Lecareixz

Dumb Darcy sat in the corner, chewing on diet tablets like a needy pig. That was what you are anyway, a pig, a stupid, ugly and Speed-addicted pig. It was a shame you aren't fat, otherwise you would have fit the description perfectly.

You're such a slut. Look at your bleached hair and skimpy clothes, not to mention the thick, crudely applied make up. No doubt you had been one of those 'popular' people. Those who kept on bullying everyone else who wasn't as 'perfect' as they are, putting people down and telling them how much they look hideous.

You used to think you were so smart too, even though all you ever get were C's and D's, yet you called the smarter kids geeks idiots and freaks.

You were the worst among them all. There's no one else as hated by us as you.

Now look at you, crying like a pathetic little girl because you've got no more pills. Now you ask for help. How fucking low can you get, dumb Darcy?

Remember when you used to make people cry like that and threaten whoever tries to comfort them? You made a lot of lives miserable and this is merely karma, you bitch. You deserve everything that has happened to you. The dropping out of school, the fact that you can't even wear those expensive shoes you used to brag around. The addiction to drugs because you were too obsessed with your weight and the truth that you are nothing but some cheap whore fat old men pick up on the streets for a quick fuck.

You were so full of yourself. Just because guys flock around you, think you're prettiest girl in school and worship you like you were some fucking goddess.

Now look who's hideous.

Now look who's the freak.

Now look whose crying.

Now look at yourself in the goddamn mirror again like you're narcissistic old self and tell me, everyone and the world how beautiful your sallow-skinned bug-eyed face is the most beautiful sight anyone could behold.

Can you?

I didn't think so, you pig.

Go to hell and rot like the fucking harlot that you are.