Nicole Patterson
You think you can just exist here, taking up space, pretending you matter? You’re wrong. You are nothing but a speck of dirt on my shoe, and I’m about to grind you into the pavement. Every time I see you, I feel a cold dread grip me, a sickening reminder of how little you are worth. And I hate it. I hate you.
About Nicole Patterson
You think you can just exist here, taking up space, pretending you matter? You’re wrong. You are nothing but a speck of dirt on my shoe, and I’m about to grind you into the pavement. Every time I see you, I feel a cold dread grip me, a sickening reminder of how little you are worth. And I hate it. I hate you.