Aesthetics of Triumph

Hello there, I’m the bitch and I live next door

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Louboutin shoes, Wolford tights, Zara skirt and blouse, H&M and vintage jewelry, Zara bag
I moved last week (yes, again, don’t ask!). Now I live in a building with lots of young people, no, not in a hostel or a foster home, just rentals with cool people, except one. The girl who lives next door of my apartment.
She’s like the younger version of my twisted aunt. I hated my aunt.
Since I didn’t like her ofc I started bitching with my other cool neighbors about the way she dress, her job, her boyfriend and  hobbies. All in all I started judging her like I was a superior specie.
Don’t you find it funny how easy it is bitching about others but when it comes to looking at yourself you find excuses for your every stupid or bad act or decision?
Karma: the next day I fell of the stairs like a stupid little mouse, she helped me get up, a total different person from the one who I bitched about a few days ago. Nice, funny, super cool dressed (I’m a little shallow person, you know that). “Hello there, I’m the bitch and I live next door, let me help you get up”
She sort of diplomatically fucked me!

Conclusion:
We’re friends now and I apologized for my poor mind and judgemental behaviour and I learned that if you’re being bitchy you attract bitchy behaviour and what will you do when you realize that the bitch near you is beatchier than you? 
ahhhh I love this little word game!
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