You fucking piece of useless trash. You're about as memorable as a cloudy Tuesday. You have the personality of a bag of off-brand, unsalted tortilla chips. I really, unironically hope that you're a cutter, you wretched internet-skank. Nice job on the eyeshadow, now fix the rest of your disgusting fucking face with a paper bag. Or better yet, a plastic one. I've seen contestants on Rupaul's Drag Race with more naturally feminine features, you stupid, generic, gender-neutral cunt. Your chin is more prominent than gun violence in America. When you inevitably become a lesbian (because no straight man wants to fuck a chubby little boy with sad tits), at least you will be able to fuck whatever butch dyke will have you with your nose and chin at the same time. From your cheeks and "jawline", I can tell that you're chubby in all the wrong places. Keep drinking those "sugar-free" Monsters, and watch as your belly flab reaches feminist rally marcher proportions. Time for some bulimia, bitch. I wouldn't fuck you with JonTron's dick, if anyone could find it. I bet when you finish masturbating to Steven Universe fanfiction, your knuckles smell like a shit-caked dumpster on a hot summer day. If you ever get a guy to fuck you, he'll toss you aside faster than whatever lesbian owned that jean jacket before you, you second-hand store whore. I bet you suck dick in the changing room at the Salvation Army for a "discount", pretending you don't know that everything's already half-priced on wednesday. Spend less time on the internet, and more time finding a direction in life, you waste of a shitty haircut. Fuck you.