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City: Santa Rosa
State: California
Country: US

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Saturday, October 28, 2006 

Current mood:  irritated
This record and these songs are not, were not, and never will be written with the "intention" of hurting her. I am telling a story that is very dear to me. I can't expect you to understand it because of it's cryptic nature, it's intense anger, and it's impassioned beauty - because you don't understand what happened.

No one does.

If she gets hurt, she gets hurt.

She's getting what she deserves, just like I did. It's still not the purpose of this record. Don't let your personal feelings get in the way of this project, as you CAN'T tell me that my songs "suck", when every song is a different genre and can be enjoyed by people who even VERY specifically only like certain types of music, including you.

You hate this project, because you either want to fuck her, you're in love with her, you see her being affected by things that're out of your control, or you feel it's your place to defend your friend, and that's all right, but it doesn't matter.

Why? because...

I've wanted to fuck her more than you have.
I've been more in love with her than you ever could be.
I've affected her and been affected by her more than you could ever dream.
I've defended her miles past any effort you could possibly conjure.

These things are reflected in the same songs you hate. You're just too concentrated on your OWN feelings to consider mine. If you cared enough about her, you might want to actually listen to the REAL messages I'm trying to convey - that one person was the most moving and incredible force I've ever known.

The mere unexpected mentioning of her name will literally bring me shaking to my knees, whereas your pitiful, pointless, and shameful hate mail does not, and never will. Stop being so selfish.

If you assholes who like to antagonize me had ten times the spirit, the depth of being, and the prescence that you have now, you'd still only be a fraction of what she is. You have NOTHING on her.

Do yourselves a favor and leave me the fuck alone.

This is her story, not yours.

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