Soo.
Okay, so you’re expecting a rant. One of which I shall give you.
NOW.
No, NOW.
Okay, now.
So some people are just douchebags. I could care less about their existence. If they dropped off the face of this earth (which I’m not sure Earth has a face, but it’s only an expression. Sort of.) I would literally party on the ground of which would’ve been their grave.
And what’s with the fucking labels? I mean, if I want to put my hair in my face and make it all big and poufy, what’s the deal? I mean, people make a big deal out of NOTHING. It’s my hair, and my life. Just because I listen to screamo and spend a lot of time alone, doesn’t mean I’m “emo.” You people are so freaking stereotypical it’s actually kinda funny. But at the same time, it’s ridiculous. I don’t cut myself. I have, but I don’t plan on it again. I only have one scar left, but I’m glad it’s there, it serves as a reminder of my past. Not happy times, but times that made me stronger. And it’s right on the fold of my wrist, so only I can see it.
And I see girls all the time drawing on their Osiris shoes and Aeropostale skinnies like it’s no big deal. But it is. I mean,I have old Aero jeans that are from the thrift store. And fuck, I have a cheap pair of DC’s from the Salvation Army, which are in SOMEWHAT good condition. I get trashbags full of clothes from Goodwill, what’s wrong with it? That’s just my life for ya. So anyone else following me at this point, just be nice, because if you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all.
Welcome to my life. (:
