x_Obssessed_x

I've always wanted
to turn around in a big chair and say,
"I've been expecting you."
 

I'm done. I am so done.

Witty is dead. We've gone too far this time, and now it's gone for good. Telling people to "go kill themselves" is crossing the line. Who really freaking cares if someone doesn't like Nutella? It's a food. A damn food. The whole world isn't going to like it. And who cares if someone doesn't like One Direction? We all have different music tastes. And who cares if someone doesn't agree with gay marriage? You all say "how does gay marriage affect you?" But listen to your own words. How does someone not agreeing with gay marriage effect you? Seriously. You have your opinions and they have theirs. So why should you give a damn? We're complaining that Witty is changing, but we're not even doing anything about it but arguing. Where is all of this getting us? Oh, lets see. No where. No. Freaking. Where. Open your eyes, guys. We're all re-creating the drama that we came on to escape. And now, instead of helping people, we've killed people. Yeah, that's right. Some people have killed themselves, just like you told them to. How does that make you feel?

How about you dumbasses all build a bridge and get your thick heads over it?
I'm not even sorry.