Although the first night I met you, I overheard you say "...Well I could sleep with the guitarist of XXXXX XXXX XXXX if I wanted to", or something along those lines.
I didn't think much about it at first, but at I got to know you, it became more clear.
You met this guy at a concert, you being a huge fangirl, became infatuated with him. You even travelled to Texas to spend time with him. Okay, maybe there's something.
We talked about your trip and you mentioned how your New Years Eve was the worst time ever because you didn't even go out with friends. You told me how your trip(s) to Texas were always boring, you didn't do things with other people other than xxxxx from XXX. Then you mentioned how you got a ton of XXX merch for a super cheap price. Jared and I had the same reaction, ...he made you pay for it?
You need to open your eyes...get it?
Oh, and also, he's a Christian in a Christian band, so naturally, obeying the laws of conformity, you decide that you should become christian too, right?
Of course you do.
You're falsifying your "faith" so this guy will like you, or you're doing that because you're spending time around him, so you might as well? Whatever your reasons, I think it's the biggest joke ever. You're changing yourself and who you are for someone else, who by the books, doesn't seem like he really likes you all that much.
If you're reading this, consider yourself a trusted source. Yes, this is me bitching, but this is also my personal blog.
If you don't agree with anything I'm writing, then simply stop reading, stop visiting, stop caring about it.
...and better tomorrows
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