Bully.
You kept teasing me about my height, how I was a flat-chested midget. Every second you had you always made sure to tell me I had no impact, how sucky my voice sounded through the phone and how I looked bad in my uniform.
Yep, you are the ultimate bully.
Everytime you'd tease me I'd pout at you in pent up frustration. Strangely, yhou'll always tell me to smile since pouting doesn't look good at me.
I mean duh, you always tell me I have no impact. What difference does a pouting, ugly face make, pray tell?
