i don't understand why you all mock my pain. sure, i'm a fairfax-living, uber-priveleged teenager with a shitload of daddy's money to spend on tshirts, but just beacuse my sorrow and angst is too deep for you to understand, it doesn't mean you should make fun of me. i'm going to make a self-centered post on my livejournal and listen to bright eyes while i cry myself to sleep...