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May. 15th, 2006 | 11:02 pm
mood: crankycranky
posted by: telegram_ in angrymuch

Dear Person,

You're not that funny and you're not that smart and you're not that cute. Actually, you're not  cute at all. Frankly, I find it amazing how you've supposedly dazzled everyone with your pseudo-personality. If I hear one more piece of vapid, inane babble escape your lips I think I might have to kill you, or kill the next retard who is amused by you, or simply kill myself in frustration of living in a world where your bullshit is admired. Just because. Get the fuck over yourself. Stop writing crappy poems about your crappy teenage drama and your crappy teenaged boyfriend with his one eye and mounds of fried, bleached hair. 

Inside the mind tick tocks like a clock
I sit and wait and hope
Love is like a rope, I
Hope he touches me once more
Right there

Pray tell, what the FUCK is that? Seriously, I'd like to know. Better yet, just die, please. 

Oh, and put down the fucking camera. Yes, I'm not exactly an amazing photographer myself but an out of focus picture of your cat's eye taken by what seems to be a camera phone does not constitute as real artistic work. 

See, everything would be fine and dandy if you really were all fabulous and amazing like, if you actually had good reason for this sudden monster ego that just appeared one day, out of the motherfucking blue. But you are in every fucking way ordinary. Unoriginal. Mundane. There are hundreds of girls just like you all across this fucking land, with the same stupid fucking hair and stupid fucking clothes and stupid fucking tiny little brains. SO BITCH DON'T GET GASSED. 

                                                                                                                      Love and kisses, Z.

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from: balink
date: Aug. 21st, 2007 06:22 pm (UTC)

I know someone just like that.

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