Rock N Roll: The Groupie Chronicles

The concept that sending hate mail to someone you believe to be non-existent or unimportant somehow makes any chance of a real person sitting behind that screen dissappear into a firey abyss is sorely mistaken. I EXIST. And guess what? Everytime some idiot decides to tell me I’m a fake and speaks to me like I’m an emotionally void blogging robot, they waste both of our time with a pointless message stating things I’ve read by a dozen other easily exciteable and entertained idiots who came before them. I DON’T CARE if you don’t like what I do! I’m not kept up at night by the fact that there are people out there who didn’t care for my hobby side project, especially because I know how many people do love it and take some really positive things from it and of course I actually DO exist and have a life outside of this thing, believe it or not! Take what you can from the blog and move on and don’t waste your own time trying to convince me I don’t actually exist over it—you KNOW you won’t succeed at it because I’ll still be here doing what I do. Go pick up a guitar or something, find some more excitement in your own life so you can stop becoming so involved in trying to shake peoples confidence from your mighty throne as an anonymously opinionated internet user. You’re all honestly bullies, and you know it. You’re selfish and you’re doing it for your own satisfaction to feel like you accomplished something by telling me just how you feel about me. There is absolutely nothing any of you could hope to achieve in a positive light by sending in your ramblings, which is exactly why i dismiss every one of you who do as utter fools.