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I am so sick of hipsternazis.

It drives me insane that I know that i'm supposed to be wearing those stupid little headbands

It drives me insane that I can't wear the clothes I want to wear without people deciding that I share the same brand of their stupidity

It drives me insane that I can't go out naked because I'll get arrested since it's the only way to escape your crooked fingers you disgusting memes.

It drives me insane that I'm supposed to go out and get fucked up with a bunch of people I don't like

It drives me insane that I have to chose between two different hues of social stereotypes to belong to

I'm fucking tired of all of you who assume I'm one of you

I don't need a group to feel safe

I'm very tired and but never am I ever lonely.

Because I can't tell the difference between the plaid shirts and the cargo shorts, to be honest

Because I don't give a fuck about your cigarette jeans. You repeat a certain bible of preferences and it makes you feel at ease because you are RIGHT and they are WRONG

Because I can't get drunk every night and still maintain my dignity while another satisfied and disgusting stranger leaves a stain between my legs

Because I'm not a fucking parrot and I don't care about you or your ironic tastes.

I just happen to share those tastes, and i am ashamed. I have to keep them to myself.

Go drown yourself in a vat of churning oil, you vile little things.

I'll jump in once it's a roiling boil


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