Person: omg that band sucks.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THEY'RE AMAZING HOW DO YOU NOT LIKE THEM I AM GOING TO SHOVE A BREADSTICK UP YOUR ASS.
Person: omg that band is great.
Me: FUCK OFF THEY'RE MINE YOU CAN'T LIKE THEM I AM GOING TO SHOVE A BREADSTICK UP YOUR ASS.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU THEY'RE AMAZING HOW DO YOU NOT LIKE THEM I AM GOING TO SHOVE A BREADSTICK UP YOUR ASS.
Person: omg that band is great.
Me: FUCK OFF THEY'RE MINE YOU CAN'T LIKE THEM I AM GOING TO SHOVE A BREADSTICK UP YOUR ASS.
“Pieces. That’s all that’s left of my carefully created dreams. Shards, slivers, splinters, driven into what remains of my heart. What’s really bad is, it doesn’t hurt anymore. At least, when I was still in pain, I knew my brain was working.”
- Ellen Hopkins
