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Ruby.
Sunday, April 21 || 4/21/2013 10:48:00 AM
I have been drowning myself in rock indie alternative music tonight. I'm not very good with music genres, but... They're noisily soothing. I was having doubts yesterday, but today, my mind was clear. A person who doesn't understand my taste my music, a person who clearly jokes about every single thing whether it's a serious matter or not, is not fit to be in a relationship with me. The person who likes me must accept that I am not like any other ordinary girls who looked up on Taylor Swift as their idol, and Justin Bieber or One Direction as their ideal boyfriends. I am not the girl who likes listening to love songs or mainstream pop songs that only says nothing but stereotype love and breakups, or even how cool are singles.
I've a weird taste of music.
I listen to music where mostly people don't listen to. I don't mind spending my whole day just repeating this music and smile to myself as I hear my favorite parts of the songs. Whether the song is ghastly or noisy, I don't mind. Some songs just mold according to my mood and it just completes every single emptiness in me. Of course, it helped me to concentrate in my studies. Sounds ridiculous but yes, without music, I can't concentrate at all.
"I'm listening to rock music while doing my Biology work."
"What? Rock music is for crazy people."
You say that one more time, I will make sure I hang you upside down with your mainstream shit. Let me keep things clear, you have no rights to insult the music I like nor make a joke out of it. I don't give a damn if you condemn about my fashion taste or the books I read, or the things I do, but when it comes to music, never ever say something bad about it. I respect your taste of music so I hope that you respect mine. Stop telling me what to do. I am not your toy, I am not your girlfriend, I am not even your follower. I'm just being nice to you and that's the shit that I'm doing. Please do not take advantage of it.
One more time?
I'm going to make sure that every single bit of your soul remembers this crazy bitch.
You fell for the wrong person.
You fell for a crazy bitch like me. C:
