Posted by Anonymous on 2013/04/01 under Uncategorized I’m not sure if I should say thank you, or f*** you. When I saw you today, you asked me for my autograph. You didn’t recognize me. You didn’t know why I acted so strange. Rude, even. Why I hesitated. You claim to a a big fan. Paid full price to come see my concert and everything. But you didn’t remember me.
Ninth f***ing grade, Winona. You beat up a sixth grade “dyke” with spiky hair, no makeup, and a weird voice. You told her to “just go die.” You got her suspended from the school district for alleged “drug abuse” and “falsely accusing fellow students.” Lies. You separated her from her friends and created an incredibly unfair amount of disappointment in her parents. You made her want to die. And for that, that former sixth grader says f*** you. In the ass. With a rusty garden weasel.
However, from that dark insanity you created sprang something so wonderful it makes you ALMOST worthy of forgiveness. All the s*** that’s happened in my life because of your tormenting blazed the path for my music. All the wonderful angst that makes my melodies so popular began with you. People yell my name now. I’m bigger than I ever thought possible. I was able to channel that hatred, bend it and mold it until it became… me. I love who I am now. I love my life. I’ve been able to make my living doing what I love most and speaking my mind. I’ve been told I’ve changed lives. You have no idea how that feels, Winona. And for that, I say thank you.
You probably wont read this. But if for some strange reason fate brings you to this random website I found on google, know this. I thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You’ve helped me in incredible ways.
But don’t think for a second that means I owe you S***, you horrible, manipulative, lying, evil little sack of d***s.