Fake.

Fake. Fake people. How tired are we of them? When it's time to burn them with fire and sing to Sympathy For The Devil at the same time? When? I get pain in my stomach when I hang out with people who are not themselves. Oh my God, who cares if you are less attractive and wears ''normal''clothes? I mean, you have superficial friends that looks very cute but are not themselves. How fun is that? Life now is like a piece of plastic. You see through everything and everything is fake. Fun .. music is the only thing that matters.