I'm in a hotel in London. There's 2 D!ke stans playing back the Truth About D!ke tour videos. Some old dike with pink streaks in her hair (she was AUSTRALIAN) comes over and stans out with them- telling the dikes how she's going again tonight. I mean I'm just sat over here having my breakfast, and suddenly the horrid caterwauling of So What starts blaring through a phone. A stereotypical mess. All her stans are dikes, Australians, and Australian dikes.
Its like your screaming, and noone can hear. You almost feel ashamed. That someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing. Noone will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel HOPELESS. Like nothing can save you ...<3