1)
With a little sadistic glimmer in their pretentious worrisome eyes they speak with such coyness that bleed you dry of all doubts, sucking you into a whirlwind of positivity that it makes it impossible to disbelieve (not because you want to but simply because you were bred that way) that this is your only academic religion since the day you turned 6, and they told you,
"You're gonna do great things, kid."

2)
So, tell me, how do my leftovers taste?

Oh right, like that's a step up. In any other case, I would apologize for my unruly sentiments. But darling, I'll make an exception just for you, you're a fucking waste of my time.
And while you sit there wallowing in your self-pity and emotional abuse derived from your paranoia I feel it's my job to tell you that it's not anyone's fault you're the joke.
Because I may have started it, but you made yourself the punchline.

3)
So shut up, because I'm the villain in this fairy tale, the black sheep in this family and the hole in the globe's ozone layer. This temporary absence? Toss it away, guess who's back. And so few get the opportunity to be looked upon with such disdain, this pop culture has taught me how embrace it.
"Fuck me, I'm a celebrity."