To the douchbag on Youtube with the gall to call himself "tayronpenis," go to hell. You are rude and ignorant and your severe dislike for gays can be kept to yourself. But for your own information, AIDS is not a gay disease. It comes from mixing bodily fluids and anyone can get it. Gays get it more often because they don't think of condoms like straight people do. They don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Freddie Mercury got AIDS for this reason. And, in the 80's, no one knew about the disease because it was very hush hush. And I am almost okay with you disliking gays because you are entitled to your own opinion, but that is no reason to hate Queen. They were inovators and creators. They helped millions of people with their music and spurred a new movement in the music industry. Never hate a person for being more talented than yourself. Never hate someone for being talented. Never hate someone for being themselves.
Oh yeah. And some people are born gay. Scientifically proven that some people have different brainwaves and that is why they like people of the same gender. My friend is turning into a guy by taking testosterone because he was born with the brain of a male and the body of a female. He wanted to be one way but society and people like you told him to be the opposite. But now he is standing up for himself and being who he had to be.
So stop being a dick and judge people after you learn their hopes, dreams, desires, and who they are as people. Because that is what they are. People. Just as we all are.
27 September, 2012
Dear fucktard
22 September, 2012
I read too much
I really do. The perfect guy in my mind is someone who stands up for me when I can't. I want the guy everyone writes about. I want the guy that knows me better than myself.
Recently, I went on a trip and a guy we'll just call George to keep identities safe. George was an ass to me the entire one and a half weeks. George constantly made me feel useless and insignificant. He tortured me emotionally. The only time Matt stood up for me was when he was personally hurt by George. He didn't try to stop the other stuff even though he knew how much pain I was in. If my life was in a book, this is more how it would have happened....
(Names have been changed and it is in third person because that is just how I work.)
At one point on the return trip, Lyndsee had had enough. She was sitting in the passenger seat as Cheryl drove and was shaking with anger. If he says one more thing.... I'm gonna crack. And then he did.
"This piece of shit GPS is getting us no where. Just like this dumb car. You buy shit stuff, Lyndsee."
"Do you know what?!?" she screamed, tears rolling down her face. "If you hate all my stuff so much then why don't you spend tons of money paying for this dumb ass trip?!"
Cheryl sighed and looked in the rearview mirror at Jake. He just shook his head and gently asked Lyndsee to hand him the GPS. She gritted her teeth and threw it at him. It bounced off the window and hit him in the shoulder. She knew she had gone too far, but she was too far gone to care.
Cheryl pulled over the car at the first exit and checked te GPS herself. Lyndsee got out of the car and slammed her door. She walked a good 10 feet behind the car and then started screaming. She kept until she fell to her knees, sobbing. She could feel the panic creeping into her heart and jammed her hand into her mouth to stifle the smaller screams of pain and terror.
Inside the car, George looked at Jake with a sneer. "Your girlfriend is a drama queen."
Jake reached over and grabbed George by the shirt collar. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know shit about what she's going through. All of this is because of you! If you could just learn to keep your damn mouth shut then she would be fine. Instead you keep jabbing at her insecurities and breaking down her walls she tried so hard to keep up. You don't know how much pain she's been in cuz she's too damn nice to inconvenience you by letting you know. After all this, she probably still wants to be frienda with you. God knows why. After this, I never wanna see your face again." Jake got out of the car and knelt near Lyndsee, holding her shoulders as she shook.
Her panic attack was getting worse, but she didn't want him to know. She bit into her hand to stop the screams and her eyes were refusing to blink. The ground in front of her face was a blur theough the tears and blood slowly started to leak from her hand.
George slowly knelt on the other sidw of her and put his hand on the top of her head. "I'm sorry."
Her cries started to quiet and she loosened her jaw. Her breath began to even out and within 10 minutes she was just crying silently. The three didn't move until she finally stood up and walked back to the car. Jake looked at George and nodded a silent thank you. He smiled slightly and nodded back, his eyes troubled.
The state of Lyndsee's hand made him see how much he had really hurt her on the inside. Each perfect toothmark beaded with blood was like each taunt and jest he had thrown at her. For the rest of the trip, the rest of his life, he watched his words. He held his tongue and looked up to her for not hating hm for his mistake.
See? Isn't that lovely? Jake stood up for her and helped her through it. I need that. But... This isn't a fairytale. In real life, I did flip at George and I did stupidly throw the GPS at Matt. But I didn't storm out of the car and I used my nails instead of my teeth. That way, no one saw it. No one knew. No one was bothered by it. They just thought it was a bad day. They didn't know I was actually having an attack. They still don't know...
But this is my note to... George. I'm sorry for flipping on you. I'm sorry for not talking to you since then. When I'm at a shortage of people who will care about me... I should probably stop making the few people I know mad. So... I'm sorry. Foegive me?