I don't expect you to understand why I'm so upset or why I don't like your general persona. I don't. I'm not what society considers "normal". What is that anyway? What's "normal"? Overdosing from an almost lethal amount of experimental drugs and alcohol? Having so much sex with people who don't care one iota about you that you end up transmitting every communicable disease imaginable (but hey, at least I wasn't a "chud")? I don't want that. I'm a little more old fashioned and would prefer to settle down with someone who loves me as I am and is willing to get to know me instead of just what I'm worth to them. But that isn't what I'm ranting at you for or what I'm upset at you for. At least, not entirely.

I don't like you because I know that your pathetic attempts at being 'quirky' and 'relatable' are fake. If you just straight up admitted that you were a slut that doesn't care, I would have more respect for you because at least then you would be honest. I'm not sure if you realize how fake you are. The audience you're trying to entertain is the audience who needs to be desperately assured that the person they're seeing on the screen has been in the same basic, everyday situations as they are, or else they'll succumb to the mental illness they're glorifying on the side and kill themselves. They need to be reminded by people who think about them as much as the shit they took this morning that they aren't soulless husks who need to take psychiatrist-prescribed drugs just to feel anything. I feel sorry for them, I really do, because they're going to grow up and live out the rest of their lives never feeling or thinking anything sincere. Big pharma and big tech will never allow it.