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sugarmesweet Aug. 09, 2004 -- 2:15 p.m. |
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| sugarmesweet... but I think I've reviewed you already as justme19 already.
Username - You explain it here. I don't know. I don't really like it, even after the explanation. It's not really a cutesy name, but it sounds like it, and no matter how many times you tell me it's not cutesy I'm still going to be biased. 'S better than justme19 was, though. That name sucked. First Impression - You changed it! Bastards. Not that I liked the other template or anything, it just pisses me off when people do that. It's really... well, dark. but if I remember correctly, you aren't very dark at all. Acutally, you're anti-dark. Errors - I don't like that gap hanging down after the links... is there some way to fix that? It's not really an error, but it looks like one. 7/10 Layout - The layout isn't really all that bad, but it does not fit you at ALL. "We all have something to hide"? Come on now. Maybe if your diary was... I dunno... anywhere close to deep, it would be okay, but... it isn't. You write about boys. And boys. And how you hate teenagers and their angst. Tell me, if you hate angst so much, why in the fuck did you pick this for your layout? Go get something with puppies on it. Everybody loves puppise. Credit to.. some damn place I'm too lazy to link. Whatever. 6/20 Content - Like I said, I've reviewed you before, and I didn't like you very much, so why you're requesting again is beyond me. Will you leave me angry notes again when I'm done here? God, I hope so. Those were fucking awesome. Okay, anyway. Can I just start out here? Because that really pissed me off. It's probably not your fault and at any other time I would have agreed, but I ended up reading that entry a couple of days ago when I was really upset/suicidal/angst-ridden/depressed I dunno, fucking call it whatever you want. Awful, AWFUL timing. First of all, what right do you have to be judging cutters? What right do you have to be judging angst-ridden teenagers? I get to do it because I have a review site and you people want me to bitch at you, but come on now! You are quite possibly the least open-minded person I've ever run into. People have a lot of shit wrong with them that you might not ever know about. You think you know somebody? Your friends? No. Wrong. You never know ANYBODY, not even people close to you, because there is always something else. People have deep dark secrets, people have skeletons in their closets that they have to deal with and sometimes cutting is how they do it. Is it right? No. Is it smart? No. Does that give you a right to judge them for it? Goddamn right it doesn't. P.S. - Most cutters don't cut because they want to die. They cut because they don't, you douche. And now that I'm done contradicting myself, let's move on. Bahaha. Okay, back to your most recent entry. You're fucking stupid. OMG TAYLOR MIGHT ASK ME OUT OMG!!! BUT THEN WE MIGHT HAVE TO GO 2 DA DOCKS AND IM UGLY OMG LOL!!! I DUN WANNA!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO FAT OMG!! The worst part is, you try to be funny and clever at the end. You fail. Miserably. You thought this review was bad? You've got another thing coming, babe. "OMG I AM SO SAD. KALYASKDGL IS LEAVING AND AWWES. :(((((((!!!!! LOL!" Whoah. Isn't that special. Your friend hates herself... a sufferer of the oh so dreaded Teen Angst. Isn't it funny how you can hate the people you don't know for being sad, but when it's someone you know personally, it's different? You might want to think about that. Cunt. Whoops, maybe I shouldn't have said that. Now you are going to go cry, and write a sad diary entry about it titled Emo Kid II. Or so I hope. "OMG!!!! HE DOESNT LOVE ME BUT HE REALLY LIKES ME LOL!!! I M SO DEEP CUZ I KNOW U SHOULDNT SAY THINGS U DONT MEAN LOLLL!!!1 one!!" Hurgh. Puke. Why do you feel the need to talk about boys so much? Augh get a hobby. And you've mentioned this fucking book you're reading three times. I. DON'T. CARE. Awww, look. Teen drama. Man, I wish I could relate. But I can't. You know why I can't? Because I don't make friends with teenagers. you know why I don't? Because most of them act like that. Christ. You only have thirty five entries, so I'm trying to just suck it up and read them all, but I don't know if I'll be able to manage. And that's sad, because I usually read at least that many. No one cares about fucking Cancun except you, so don't act like you're doing your readers a favor by telling us EVERY STUPID THING that happened in vivid fucking detail. No one cares about your birthday either. Seriously. you just come off as materialistic and shallow there. Scratch that. You come off as materialistic and shallow throughout your whole fucking diary. Haphazardly? Babe, if you's just splashing paint all over the fucking place, then how much can it really mean to you? The only emotion you can really express when not paying attention to where shit is is anger... and even then you have to be sort of concious of it. I'm sorry. Did I just step all over your attempt to be artistic and deep? Whoops. "OMG I AM A WRITER LOLL!!! I AM LYKE SOOOO DEEP. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY OMIGAWD!" I am THIS -holds up fingers- close to stabbing you. Four times. STOP TALKING ABOUT THE FUCKING BOOK. -bashes face into desk- Make it stop... Pleease make it stop... Oh my god! How deep and wise of you! Not. -snort- Oh Jesus Christ on a fucking cracker, you've got poetry. When everything is fake Yet everything is real. Jesus. that's deep, man. Deep like the fucking kiddie pool. I think you need to get your fucking priorities straight. Boys are not important. No one cares about what you have to say. You are one little girl in a world of six billion other people. You are, in the grand scheme of things, worthless. Yeeeah. I've got your fuckin' optimism right here. Bitch. You have nothing to give to the world right now, and nothing you do means anything. None of this will matter in ten years, or even just five. Just shut up, go to school, get an education, learn to write better. You are normal. You are average. You are mediocre. You don't have anything to say that a million other people before you haven't said. Get over yourself, and I think you'll be just fine. -pats you on head- Now go have your after school snack or something, and watch Spongebob. I hate Spongebob. I bet you like him plenty, though. 2/65 Would I Come Back? - Only if you promise to write more poetry. -snicker- 0/5 Bonus - ... Nothing, sorry. Just go kill yourself. That'd be worth a bonus point or two. +0/5 Total - 15/100. I think I hate you. :) I put the smiley there just to piss you off. Have a nice day. Reviewed by Amanda | ||
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