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I hate Panic! at the Disco. I’ve never actually heard their music, so I don’t actually hate them so much as resent them. Or rather, resent what they stand for. Or rather, resent what I believe that they stand for. Or rather, resent my perception of other people’s projections of what they stand for. Or rather, myself.
I hate myself, is what I’m trying to say."
|Guy:||hey you wanna know what's the most fragile thing in the world?|
|Me:||glass? Idk man I'm busy what|
|Guy:||a girl's ego!|
|Me:||because I'm pretty sure it's the concept of masculinity|
|Me:||what is it you say? No homo?|
|Guy:||that's so no one thinks we're gay|
|Me:||and why's that? Oh right it's because being gay isn't masculine right?|
|Me:||just face it|
|Me:||society has been playing you since you were born|