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I miss being a fucking alterna-kid. It made me happy. So what if it's not awesome, or popular to "my scene", or if my dumb boyfriend hates almost all other music except for the SAAAAAME sounding 60's rock'n'roll overandoverandoverrrr?
Do what makes me happy? Or something?
Fuck it.
I really like Green Day. Still. So sue me.
Whenever I hear anything from Dude Ranch or Cheshire Cat, I still love it. Sombrero's, bitch.
And what the fuck if I can sing along to Alice and Chains or Pearl Jam, even if their voices are a little silly, and their lyrics a little melofuckingdramatic?
The Chili Peppers, Jane's Addiction, blahblah whatever, it's all mine.
That's just it.
It's MINE. Not anyone else's.
I'm sticking to this, bitches. Like a fuckin' fly on some gluey paper, mmhmm.
God damn it, I want my soul back.
Do what makes me happy? Or something?
Fuck it.
I really like Green Day. Still. So sue me.
Whenever I hear anything from Dude Ranch or Cheshire Cat, I still love it. Sombrero's, bitch.
And what the fuck if I can sing along to Alice and Chains or Pearl Jam, even if their voices are a little silly, and their lyrics a little melofuckingdramatic?
The Chili Peppers, Jane's Addiction, blahblah whatever, it's all mine.
That's just it.
It's MINE. Not anyone else's.
I'm sticking to this, bitches. Like a fuckin' fly on some gluey paper, mmhmm.
God damn it, I want my soul back.