A Toast to Those Who Hated Me
I want to drink... to all those who hated me!
Hello, high school, all the teachers, my exes, those who didn't believe in me. Greetings from the most expensive hotel on Zakynthos Island in Greece. At home, my caring boyfriend is waiting for me, and next to me is my mom, who's 'for' partying, 'for' taking a helicopter ride, and 'for' making an extra million.
If it weren't for all of you, I wouldn't be here now. So, I'd like to express my sincere gratitude to all of you.
By organizing a boycott and relegating me to the last desk, my classmates forced me to draw more and create a VK public page, where it all began.
Perhaps, if someone had been friends with me, I would have chosen socializing instead of a computer.
Clapping their hands and cheering during physical education classes, coming up with dirty rhymes, teasing me in the locker rooms, giggling when I went to the blackboard, you all instilled not insecurity in me but hatred towards all of you and the desire to be better than this bunch.
I wonder, have you ever thought that if back then you hadn't laughed at me but had also opened your TikTok house with your clique, you would be very rich now too?
But you created not a TikTok house but a closed group called 'cherry nine,' where you posted nonsense about teachers and me. Thus, you motivated me to buy a cherry car one day. But not your stinky nine, but a BMW Z4.
Teachers who went along with all of this and laughed. You could have stopped it all, but you didn't want to. You were having fun back then, now I'm having fun. Watching you lead the same life as 15 years ago, under the rule of the same unchanging headmistress who has been in power for 20 years. Well done, grandma, you've made everyone, including yourselves.
Each subsequent boyfriend rehabilitated the previous one. I didn't even know which was worse anymore. And every time, I thought the next one had to be Voldemort. But apparently, I've completed my seven circles of hell now, and finally, the 'prize' sector on the drum landed on a sensible guy.
If it weren't for all of you, I wouldn't have bought two apartments in Moscow's Central Administrative District and alternated between the Maldives, Seychelles, and Greece.
You know, there's motivation from the reverse side. Motivation from hatred. And it's the strongest motivation.
Money, love, friends can't motivate you. Hatred can motivate you.
You all couldn't motivate me with money, love, or friends. But you could motivate me with your absence