I’m just sitting here, listening to my rock playlist. It’s literally three quarters of all the music on my iPod. I have no idea why I’m writing this right now considering I have to go to dinner in five minutes. She’s sitting about a meter away, and I’m thinking that I should probably not let her read it. I don’t think she really likes me particularly much. Either that or she actually does like me more than I thought. She’s also a whole lot prettier than I originally thought, which is problematic for because there’s her, being all beautiful and amazing and then there’s me. Apart from anything people hate hugging me because my shoulders are too bony. Yes that is now a reason why people don’t like me. I don’t deserve her.
I’m also absolutely sick of people saying my taste in music is shit. Yes, maybe to you it is, and I know my music is different. I like it. As much as I would like other people to enjoy alternative rock and punk doesn’t mean I’m forcing you to listen to it. And if you’re someone I don’t like and you change the song I’m listening to, and make it something you like, you will cop an earful. Literally. I will blast scream shit in your ears. Don’t insult my music.
-Anonymous
