I have a dysmorphiated body and I'm complaining people are calling me fat. I have a party city wig. I'm just, I'm just giggling at the fact that people really are stuck on a wig that I don't give a fuck about. A wig I wore for one day. You can't even see the front. You can't even see nothing. Like if I told you to kill yourself, how would you feel? You know, I actually don't care. Like it's giving you have no father. It's giving your mother's a crack whore and you're just a joke. You're a little fucking joke.