*REPOST FROM AUGUST 25TH 2010*
I'm doing this for 2 reasons.
1) This post still stands.
Every fucking word.
2) I found words from this post on someone else's site.
My exact words.
I wasn't mentioned as the writer.
That kinda bugs me.
3) I'm lazy.
There isn't anything to really say.
At least until Robert shows up in NYC with Kristen.
So here goes.
Do you ever wonder why people hate?
Because it takes an incredible amount of energy to do it.
You have to invest a lot of time
Because hating someone so deeply...
Being so immersed in the feeling...
is almost like loving someone
It's always been said there's a fine line
between love and hate...
So why bother to cross it for someone you don't know?
Why bother to hate someone who doesn't know you exist?
Yes... I'm talking about all the hate that Kristen gets.
And don't fucking give me shit about how unfair it is
that I talk about Kristen's hate and not Rob's.
Isn't it motherbitching PATHETIC that there is hate at all?
Why hate Kristen?
I bet you didn't even fucking know who she was until Twilight...
Why go to the bother of hating her?
Just because she is where you want to be.
And don't give me no bullshit about not being jealous.
It's all about the JEALOUS.
and most of all...
She has Robert Pattinson looking at her like she is
not only the most delicious woman on the face of the planet...
("he looks at you like you're something to eat")
But like she is the ONLY woman on the planet.
You don't know her.
You don't know her motivations...
Why she does the things she does.
And that goes for Robert as well...
You don't give Rob much credit, do you?
So Rob is this insipid ragdoll
who just goes whichever way he's thrown.
As Fucking If.
Robert might be an extremely nice guy...
He might be charming and sweet...
But to think that Rob is willingly being lead by the nose
by Kristen for her own gains...
While he sits idly by
Really is a fucking insult to Robert.
Rob says he knows what he wants...
He goes after it.
He admits to being a bit of a control freak...
So... he is now letting Kristen control him?
You might not want to admit that Robert and Kristen are together.
And hey... if you want to keep scavenging for scraps...
Fucking go for it.
Wallow deep in your denial.
Dive headfirst into the foam...
But quit trying to drag Kristen into your bullshit.
You don't have to like the girl.
You are allowed...
But when I don't like something
I don't want anything to do with it.
I ignore it. I stay away from it.
What do you do?
You fucking make up shit...
and talk about her and Robert...
Like you have access to their thoughts
And then to fucking hate on her...
For things YOU make up about her
that you have no idea she is feeling...
No clue what it's like to be her...
But use as an excuse to attack and insult her.
Kristen hasn't done anything to you
to deserve such bitter resentment.
Kristen hasn't done anything... to anyone
with the exception of flipping off the paparazzi
(which she has totally earned the right to do)
Is she perfect?
And she admits her flaws.
She doesn't even ask that you like her...
Just understand her.
She's just trying to live her life...
The best way she knows how.
She will make mistakes...
She is human
She has the most deliciously handsome boyfriend in the world...
Robert seems to adore her.
Robert seems to want to be with her.
He's allowed to live his life
and make the choice of who he does or doesn't want to be with.
I'm sure if he didn't want to be with Kristen
He wouldn't be.
Then you could hate on someone else...
Is it so hard to believe that Rob is exactly where he wants to be?
No secret agenda.
Not anything but two people who want to be together.
Is it really that hard to comprehend?
We don't know what goes on between them...
We can only speculate by what we see...
You see bitterness and hate
I see sweetness and love.
What I see isn't hurting anyone.
Can you say the same?
This post is brought to you by the letters *S* *T* *F* and *U*
Bye for now
LIGHTS (FUCKING LIGHTS)
Fucking lights, straining my eyes.
Fucking lights, straining my eyes.
No sleep at night. It's just a waste of time.
And LA's burning... NY's painted black .
London's calling, calling me back.
Simple patterns make me crack.
Fucking lights, Hurts my head.
All those wasted years.
And LA's learning. NY too.
London's calling, I'm calling you.
What doesn't matter, Still holds its truth,
That nothing matters, When I'm with you,
Cities only fill the void of people wasting, wasting time on you.
Pretty lies and secret love,
Nothing gets me what I want from you,
From you, All I want,
what I want from you.