So, I verbally murdered someone today...
Let's call this girl Lisa.
Oh, and keep this in mind; I wasn't wearing any band merch (with the exception of bracelets), and I wasn't wearing "emo" makeup.
Me: *sitting at a park, drinking my tea, listening to BMTH with my headphones on, minding my own business*
Lisa: *walks over, sits next to me, takes my headphones off of me, and smiles* Sweetie, we need to talk.
Me: Uh, okay...?
Lisa: You need to stop it.
Me: Stop what?
Lisa: Stop being a whiny little scene girl. It isn't becoming. You dress like a slit, and wear way too much makeup. Pretending you cut yourself, having crazy colored hair, and listening to disgusting emo music isn't right, and you need to stop it.
And here's where it gets ugly.
Me: First of all, I'm not a scene girl. My hair is Fucking black, not rainbow. I don'tpretend to cut myself, because I actually have. *shows her scars* The music I listen to isn't disgusting, it saved my life, and I'm not whiny.
Now, where do I even start on you.
You overdose on makeup daily. I can literally see the line where you stopped blending the bright orange foundation. It looks like you put black tar on your eyes from the amount of eye makeup you're wearing. I can see the lines where your extensions have been sewn in, and Snooki poofs are out. Your shirt is low enough to show your push up bra, and it looks like you painted those jeggings on. Your$300 boots have rats growing on them, and you think I dress badly? Sweetie, look in a mirror sometime.
Oh, and what's your definition of disgusting music? Bands that have meaningful songs, or alleged singers who write songs like "Stupid Hoe", "Grow A Pair", and "Black And Yellow"? Just think about that.
So now you really wanna tell me I'm the one who needs to stop? Sweetie, *smiles* You really need to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, and mind your own business. Have a nice day. *gets up, waves, and walks away*
These mothers who were watching this whole thing applauded as I left xD
But for Fuck's sake!