MacEvil
A guy who can write like a god and dress like a king but still acts like he’s the only one who ever had style.
He wrote a poem about my mom and called me a f***ing disgrace. I’m still not over it.
He wore a suit to the pizza shop and called the waiter a disgrace. The pizza was free.
He texted me a haiku about my bad hair and called me a f***ing disaster. I replied with a rant about his overrated taste.