That bitch ain't even cute, why he talking to her? His pants are too tight, he probably gay on the low. Her ass is fake, you can tell by the shape? He broke anyway, ballers get tables in the club. Niggas always press up on the hoes. I could get attention too if I had my titties out. There is nothing more active than the mind of a hater. It’s one thing to point out a hot mess, laugh a little and move on, but there are some people who take it to the extreme. What starts out as going to the club to turn up, ends with a hater in a circle with her boring ass friends, sipping on a now watered down pineapple and Ciroc, while side eyeing girls who are actually enjoying themselves. “This place is so damn dry, girl” is the medicine that makes her feel better. Those who are enjoying themselves are basic or ratchet, and the reason she isn't partying isn't due to lack of attention, it's because she is above these people… Welcome to the world of the Bitter Bitch. Insecure people have to make excuses and put others down to feel confident. Confidence isn't walking into a room with your nose in the air, and thinking you’re better than everyone else, it’s walking into a room and not having to compare yourself to anyone in the first place. We all want to be in first place, but the Tortoise didn't beat the Hare by laying back in the cut and saying, “Rabbits ain't shit, this race weak AF”, he focused on what he was doing and made it to the finish line. Negative vibes will never lead to positive results. Social media has taken bitterness to a new level. No longer does bitter ass Bittney Spears have to go outside to slander strangers or be on the phone to roll her eyes as her best friend talks about a new boo. She can hate from behind a keyboard. Every girl who posts a lovey-dovy picture on instagram is a " hoe that's getting played", and anyone who tweets about doing it big has to be a “broke ass liar”. Insecure people can’t accept anyone being happier or more successful than they are, a...
