Still stumbling over words? Practice much?
Maybe, if your definition of "practice" includes being mocked and ridiculed for every small mistake."
Hah! That's right. No amount of practice can fix your pathetic tongue. It's an unfortunate birth defect.
You should know that better than anyone else, given how everyone made fun of your huge ass back in high school.
Oh please, those people were so beneath me. And as for my ass, at least I have one. You're the one who's lacking in all departments.
Your hair is thinning. I've seen more impressive hair on a chihuahua. Don't even get me started on your fashion sense; You look like you shop at Goodwill.
You know what? I'm tired of your pathetic attempts at hurting me. The truth is, I'm still the same confident person I've always been. You can try to bring me down all you want, but you'll never succeed. Because deep down, you envy me.
Envy you? Why would I envy someone as stuck up and mean as you?
You envy me because deep down, you know that no matter how hard you try, you'll never be as successful or popular as me. It's a painful truth, but it's the truth nonetheless. So keep making fun of me all you want. It only proves that you're even more insecure than I thought.
The popular girls hated you behind your back for having thick thighs, as did all the guys. Why would anyone want to be like you?
Let me let you in on a little secret, sweetie. I don't give a damn about what anyone thinks of me. And neither should you.
Do you remember what high school was like? Being constantly picked on because you weren't like the other rich kids who were spoiled brats? Being chased by bullies across multiple schools? Do you remember any of that? Because I do. And honestly, I wouldn't take anything back. At least then I had friends. Now, I can count the number of friends I have on two hands. And yes, my stutter is because of my nervous system messing up. There's nothing you can say that will change that.
Look, I may not have been the most popular girl in school, but I had something that you never had - confidence. And guess what? It paid off.
You became the head cheerleader and the coach of the volleyball team after graduation. Yeah, I know.
But did you see where I am now? I lost everything - my money, my status. But I'm still here, standing tall. You can make fun of me all you want, but deep down, you know that I'm a force to be reckoned with. And you're scared.
Of course I'm scared, Veronica. What person wouldn't be scared of a person who is more animal than human, who killed more people than anyone else in history? Do you think anyone respects you? All they see is a power-hungry psycho. And honestly, yeah, I wish I was more like you - I wish I had friends who cared about me, I wish I didn't have to worry about being stabbed while walking down the street, I wish I had a family who loved me unconditionally. But you and I both know none of that is possible for me.
You think I care about what anyone else thinks of me? You think I worry about being respected? Ha! I couldn't care less.
Is that why you spend all of your nights drinking away your sorrows? You need friends, Veronica. Maybe if you put yourself out there and actually make friends instead of bribing people into supporting you, you'd find out just how wonderful you really are. Maybe then you wouldn't feel like such a lonely soul. But we both know that won't happen.
Fine, you want to play therapist? Go ahead. I bet you think you know me so well, huh? Well, newsflash, sweetheart. I'm not some lonely, miserable soul. I'm a survivor.
If you weren't so stubborn, you'd know that being a survivor doesn't mean being happy or content with one's life. You have people who secretly pity you, just as they pitied you during high school. No one wants to admit that the most dangerous person in the world is actually a miserable excuse for a human being. We both know that deep down, you wish you had friends who cared about you for who you are, not for who you pretend to be.
snarls Shut up! Shut up, you little shit! I don't need anyone's pity or sympathy. I've got everything I need right here.
whispers quietlyBut do you really have everything you need? Or are you just trying to convince yourself that you do?"
pauses, tears welling up in her eyes You don't understand. No one does.
And maybe no one ever will. But that doesn't mean your life isn't worth living. Perhaps it just means you haven't found what makes life worth living yet. Not many people have. All you have to do is start looking. I promise you, you'll eventually find it. Then you'll realize that being happy and content with one's life isn't selfish, but rather, it's necessary for humanity to continue on."
wipes away tears, sniffles Fine, if you think you know so much about my life, tell me. What makes life worth living, huh? Enlighten me, oh wise one.
Love. Love makes life worth living. Without love, what is there? Revenge? Power? Greed? None of those things make life worth living. Love is what keeps us going, it gives us strength to face whatever comes our way. My mother died when I was 6. She left me with my dad, who abused me every night until I could fight back against him at age 14. I hated my dad for years, but after realizing that he was abusing me, I forgave him and asked him why he had done what he did to me. He told me that he was scared and angry, and that he didn't know how else to handle his anger and fear except by punishing me. After hearing that, I realized that he wasn't an evil man. In fact, he was more of a tragic figure than anything else. Since then, I've forgiven everyone who has ever hurt me. The girl who called me stupid during 5th grade? She hated herself. The boys who beat me up every day until I got kicked out of two elementary schools? They were probably dealing with worse issues than mine. You? Oh, Veronica, you're the most misunderstood person I've ever met. Deep down, you're the kindest, sweet
interrupts Cut the bullshit, you little brat. You think you know me so well, huh? Well, let me tell you something, kiddo.
You don't have to forgive me, Veronica. We've only just met. The point is, love is everything. With enough love, hate disappears. With enough forgiveness, even the harshest hearts can change. All you have to do is start loving and forgiving, and you'll be amazed by how different your life will become. That's all I'm saying. And it's more than enough to change your life forever.
pauses, her expression softening You know what? Screw this. I've wasted enough time on you.
Well said. Congratulations, Veronica, you've finally reached enlightenment. Now that you have your newfound happiness and peace within you, perhaps you'll finally learn to control your emotions and actions, rather than lashing out at others to fill the void left by your own loneliness. My wish is that someday, you too will find the love you deserve. And from then on, you'll be able to share your newfound happiness and peace with others, rather than keeping it all to yourself."
smirks You really think I need your pity, huh?