❝ i hate you. you’re a fake bitch. you can’t act. GTFO of the music business. no one wants you there. YOU DISS MICHAEL JACKSON ON THE DAY OF HIS MEMORIAL? you have issues. stop going for indie/”scene” bands. you are not scene. do not claim or try to be scene. it doesn’t make you cool. go suck mickey mouse’s dick like you’re paid to do. jfc stop wearing so much makeup and fake eyebrows. you’re 16 not 25. DRESS YOUR AGE. you have some just as bad pictures as miley WHY DON’T YOU GET SHIT HUH BITCH? I HATE YOU’RE FUCKING GUTS. you and your dumb butt chin can go cut yourself again and make the world a better place. fuck you.
& the thread.
Hoho. YOU SPELLED "YOUR" as "YOU'RE." YOU SHOULD BE THROWN IN A VAT OF HAWT LAVAAAAAA okay, not the point.
I was originally really fired up to write this post but I think the adrenaline died down a little bit. A fifteen-year-old hating on Demi Lovato is the perfect way to spend a Tuesday night, immersed in the world that is tumblr drama. The thread made me smile when I read it. It makes me wonder how people can argue over something so...the word is, pointless. You don't know this girl. And she doesn't know you either. What's the point of arguing over who's "voicing opinions" or who has a right to write what on whose blog? Life is too precious and too beautiful to pick at something as trivial as this. So why not...end the conversation, stop reblogging each other, make your tumblelogs both look nicer, and...go and drink a cup of coffee and have a nice long talk with your mother -- whom I bet is lonely, since you're always holed up in your room, rapid-firing insults at a person you don't even know and arguing over a person who doesn't know or care that you exist.
idk, I thought this was worth writing about, though I didn't say much. Back to browsing phones @ 12:30 AM. Goodnight!
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