The Social Riot Machines

istening to: The GazettE // Disorder Heaven

Dear whoever.

Here's some advice for you.

If you want to fucking trash talk, do it in front of my fucking face. Kapeesh?
Yes, I swore. For the first time in nearly a year. I SWORE.
I don't appreciate people saying things behind my back. I'm telling you to tell it to my face directly. WHY? DON'T HAVE THE GUTS FOR IT? DON'T HAVE THE BACKBONE FOR IT?

Scared that you'll hurt my feelings, assholes? You don't have to worry about that! I bet you'll jump at the chance to insult me right in my face. Go on. I can take it. AT LEAST I HAVE A BACKBONE UNLIKE YOU.

I admit, I'm a hypocrite. I trash talk too. But at least I don't do it where EVERYONE CAN FUCKING READ IT. You must be an utter genius to do that. If you wanna trash talk, at least do it right. Freaking geniuses you are. And you make it worse by talking about my friends. NO LIFE, IS IT? By messing with my friends, you're messing with me. You won't like it when I start a war.

I'll start a fire, and burn some bridges.

As if you're better than I am. Take a look in the mirror, why don't you and tell me if you're better. You bet your sorry little ass, that you're not and you never will be.

Especially when you look like a freakin gorilla.

PS:// I think Reita's one hot piece of ass.