Oh Really?

Of all the f*cked up, strange, twisted things that create the person that is me. of all the hundreds, thousands, millions of words, ways, and venues to describe me or express your disdain for me, the only thing you have to insult me is based on a physical matter? I suggest you listen to the track backwards and ~~kill yourself.~~

Really.

And its not a physical thing that is permanent, not based on my face or body. but an insult based on my choice of expression through fashion. If you were trying to hurt my feelings please, please, please, and I know its hard for a person of your caliber, but for the love of all that is lovable in this world, please be more creative and try just alot harder.

My piercings and tattoos? My look is a copy cat style? I get that from a Jordan wearing, fitted cap, all-matching-everythaanng, reggaeton wannabe? Because I have never seen a sad excuse of now a socially acceptable rap and pop culture fanatic. Nope. Never.

And to just imagine all this because I didn’t want to talk to, have ****** time with you, and or date you. That’s mature and made perfect sense when you called me a man-whore for not wanting to cheat, especially with your ass. ( XD ) Guess I’m just a big ol’ unoriginal slut.

Good lord. I apologize for being someone that doesn’t fit a standard or live my life by a genre of music and racial stereotypes. I am so sorry I am not a pussy too scared to have metal in my face or a needle inking my skin. But most of all I sincerely apologize for ever gracing this subject with a milli-second of thought, nevermind a response.

Now you and the rest of your soul-less drones and puppets can feel free to take my “crossed out” suggestion.

P.S.

Make sure it’s slow and instagram that shit to me. Die. and I just may or may not be talking about the Dir en Grey guitarist