My biggest pet peeve:
When moronic, dim-witted, on the brink of mentally-retarded females think they are even remotely deep or intelligent. You’re not cultured because you pretend to enjoy older bands. You’re not mystically foreign because you’re from a country of like-minded idiots. You’re not interesting because you pretend to be withdrawn or anti-social. Copying all of your friends that actually are interesting makes you worth less than dog shit.
Advice: Continue to cut yourself with razors you buy at your local savers and perhaps make a knife out of your self-pity. Granted, it will be dull and practically useless, just like you.
