"I wrote two awesome songs last night. One about my ex, and one about my recently-deceased friend Rebecca. She dies of anorexia. I didn't really say much about it 'till now because it's hard to comprehend, because me and Rebecca were like best friends in 8th grade and we've just barely stayed in contact lately. I was gonna go over her house next week and we were gonna hang out but . . . fucking people. She wasn't fat, just had a little bit of pudge, and her "friends" made fun of her for it. She got anorexic, and it eventually killed her. Fucking people. I swear. The song's called "Mean". I doubt I'll forget her. R.I.P. Rebecca Young, December 17th, 1985 - September 9th, 2002. :-* I love you." - From my journal. Rebecca was really pretty, and you know, people gotta be cunts about everything so there ya go. Later.
"I wrote two awesome songs last night. One about my ex, and one about my recently-deceased friend Rebecca. She dies of anorexia. I didn't really say much about it 'till now because it's hard to comprehend, because me and Rebecca were like best friends in 8th grade and we've just barely stayed in contact lately. I was gonna go over her house next week and we were gonna hang out but . . . fucking people. She wasn't fat, just had a little bit of pudge, and her "friends" made fun of her for it. She got anorexic, and it eventually killed her. Fucking people. I swear. The song's called "Mean". I doubt I'll forget her. R.I.P. Rebecca Young, December 17th, 1985 - September 9th, 2002. :-* I love you." - From my journal. Rebecca was really pretty, and you know, people gotta be cunts about everything so there ya go. Later.