I've noticed an abnormal amount of hate directed towards me lately. Not on the internet, in my personal life.
To the haters I say:
Be jealous. You're jealous because I have a good body, or I can get any man (or woman) I want, or because I actually have my own style, or because I'm friends with bands, or because I HAVE A FUCKING LIFE, or because I can actually stand up for myself and not be a pussy little pushover like yourselves. And I'm sure for saying all that, you are going to say "ew, she's stuck up," when you're really just jealous that I actually have confidence in myself.
Grow the fuck up. Jealousy is the root of ALL hatred, whether you want to believe it or not. I'm sorry that I'm better than you. Your hatred only puts you below me, and you don't seem to realize that eventually, you will have no one defending you. Everyone will be on my side of the fence. I have ruined lives before, and if you fuck me over to extreme levels, I won't be afraid to ruin yours. I'll make sure the whole world sees through your bullshit.
Now for less extreme rants, towards people that I know quite well and some may even be good friends of mine...
To you people who make it a daily life to copy me and my style, to take all my clothes and pretend you're a gawth kid when you don't know the first thing about it and actually think you can debate it with me (and I do such debates while wearing nothing goth at all), to pretend to know the lyrics to a metal song just because I'm hanging out with you, the suck-ups, the unoriginals:
BE YOURSELVES PLEASE. It seems all of you had your own thing going on until you met me, then it was like LOL LOOK AT HER CLOTHES GUYZ SHE'S SO GAWTH AND COOL SO I'MMA BUY EVERYTHING SHE HAS AND DYE MY HAIR THE SAME COLOR AND ARRANGE MY POSTERS IN MY ROOM THE SAME WAY (yeah not even joking). What the hell? I've made it very clear that I don't like it when people try to be me. It's trying to be SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT. You're not a goth, you're not a metalhead, so stop trying to be one just because I'M AROUND. I hate suck-ups and posers. Go back to dressing how you used to and listening to your shitty T-Pain shawty shit, k? I'll appreciate your company far more often.
To you... skanks, you insecure little girls who try to take a man who already has a woman, who actually think you can take something away from me, to you juggalette chicks who tried to take Brian from me constantly:
I may not be with Brian anymore, but you can believe I left a permanant mark on him. I know he wants me back because he realized that no bitch like you can love him the way I did. Keep trying, you won't get him, he's hard to catch and hard to keep. We're not together but that doesn't meant you can fucking handle him. You CAN'T. Don't even try to win him over just because you want to "beat me" in this little contest you hold. You may get laid by him but he won't remember you the next day. He'll always remember me, and he never even slept with me. No one put up with his shit more than I did.
Also, Cody. To my good friends: You can't have Cody. Sorry guys. I know we're not officially a real couple, and I know he's cute, but if I ever catch one of you even coming close to hitting on him you'll get popped in the mouth and our friendship will be done. Also keep in mind that he really doesn't want you anyways.