shh, be quiet you might piss somebody off....
seriously, i can't say a fuckin thing any more without somebody having a fuckin cow over it. what the fuck happened to free speach?
i can be me, because somebody gets offended that i put my eyeliner on a shade heavey. (you look like you got punched. you look ill) i can't hold my girl's hand when we walk, cuz that's wrong too. {shh, don't tell anyone. me and ashie decided that we treat eachother better than any male ever has. and i can't fuckin touch her for 2 years} what the fuck ever happened to love happens? why does gender have to play such a big fuckin role? last i checked, there are more girls than boys in the world, so naturally some of us girls are gonna get shafted when it comes to relationships if you're gonna go with a strictly hetero world. so yeah. and guys, girls are fuckin bitches. so go play amongst yourselves if you want someone to not be a fuckin bitch to you.
what the hell happened to all that be yourself shit that adults were always telling us when we were kids. oh be yourself hunney, don't be afraid to be you. now its all, go put some colour on, you're going to a wedding not a funeral. go wash that shit off your face and try again. don't cuss, real ladies don't use that kind of language. are you of african decent? then its not in your culture to have such big holes in your ears.
my fuckin 8 and 14 g earrings are a signature thing. so is heavy purple or blue or black lines all the fuckin way around my eyes. so fuckin what if i don't sleep much, and write all the fuckin time. its what i do. if i walk out the door wearin pink, the world would fuckin end. it would just fuckin stop. same if i dressed like a prep. i'm not anything you planned because i'm not you motherfucker. i don't fit in the box because i refuse to follow without questioning. i'm not a fucking sheep. i'm a person. a very dark angry lil person with too short hair and too big earrings and way too fuckin much eyeliner. and i don't fuckin care.
and the next time i hear, but its not halloween, i'm gonna fuckin punch that closed-minded little fucker in the face. the next time some guy online asks me to cyber fuck him out of the fucking blue because i showed a lil clevage in my pic will get a fuckin eye full of all fuckin caps telling him exactly what he can do with his presumptions. cuz i'm not a fuckin whore online or off. got it? good.
ok, rant's over. i feel much better now.
i can be me, because somebody gets offended that i put my eyeliner on a shade heavey. (you look like you got punched. you look ill) i can't hold my girl's hand when we walk, cuz that's wrong too. {shh, don't tell anyone. me and ashie decided that we treat eachother better than any male ever has. and i can't fuckin touch her for 2 years} what the fuck ever happened to love happens? why does gender have to play such a big fuckin role? last i checked, there are more girls than boys in the world, so naturally some of us girls are gonna get shafted when it comes to relationships if you're gonna go with a strictly hetero world. so yeah. and guys, girls are fuckin bitches. so go play amongst yourselves if you want someone to not be a fuckin bitch to you.
what the hell happened to all that be yourself shit that adults were always telling us when we were kids. oh be yourself hunney, don't be afraid to be you. now its all, go put some colour on, you're going to a wedding not a funeral. go wash that shit off your face and try again. don't cuss, real ladies don't use that kind of language. are you of african decent? then its not in your culture to have such big holes in your ears.
my fuckin 8 and 14 g earrings are a signature thing. so is heavy purple or blue or black lines all the fuckin way around my eyes. so fuckin what if i don't sleep much, and write all the fuckin time. its what i do. if i walk out the door wearin pink, the world would fuckin end. it would just fuckin stop. same if i dressed like a prep. i'm not anything you planned because i'm not you motherfucker. i don't fit in the box because i refuse to follow without questioning. i'm not a fucking sheep. i'm a person. a very dark angry lil person with too short hair and too big earrings and way too fuckin much eyeliner. and i don't fuckin care.
and the next time i hear, but its not halloween, i'm gonna fuckin punch that closed-minded little fucker in the face. the next time some guy online asks me to cyber fuck him out of the fucking blue because i showed a lil clevage in my pic will get a fuckin eye full of all fuckin caps telling him exactly what he can do with his presumptions. cuz i'm not a fuckin whore online or off. got it? good.
ok, rant's over. i feel much better now.