name's juno slash aggy, having much trouble in the past, and having too much fun right now. after several months crying over my old blog which scrambled by anonymous haters, i started a new one. not really a new one. but few things had change and i had my life on shape. so, you haters better face me outside this blog because when you face me here, you are utterly idiot.
okay there's a girl. she copied my looks, my style AND EVEN THE WAY I TALK to pleased my filthy exboyfriend. she cuts her bangs like me, and shamelessly dress like me--without realizing that she's more more more fat than a hippopotamus. GREAT. anyway her posture is really disgusting. and i found she'd been a bitch since a year ago (or more, i do not know) and when my friend told me, i really pity my exboyfriend since he LOOKS like a good guy--a heaven-insider type which never skipped prayer time. bah. but i must say this, but baby, you are fail. once again, fail.
pretending you are someone else is not good, it is more worse than lying. and I was uneasy to told you that it's so unwise to copy my look--because everybody understand that's my style; i have one and you are not--you are filthy trend followers who wear someone's style without realizing your look was awful. and you know; since I'm a Chinese, it's proper to me to speak in accent, and you still copy-pasting it. for me, it's a bit awkward because i know who were the one you are portraying about; with those hellokitty stuffs and afternoon tea's story. oh well, i am nothing compared to the others but you are nothing compared to me.
and one thing, you can take my boyfriend, you can take my life, you can copy my bangs, my look, my style, and even my goddamit way to play 'imaginary' drums, but trust me, you could never take my heart, soul, brain and talent. and even my dogs are more smart than you. YOU ARE NOTHING. just a great big fakers out there.
and i'm sorry if i hurt someone because i don't mean to hurt someone here. she's just no one. but not my imaginary posse.
