Emotions

You know, emotions are so overrated.
"Ooooh I feel this! Ooooh I feel that! Oooh I feel you!"
They're demode, hm? You can't do anything with them. I don't care what you feel, either. Unless you are feeling me, in which case take your hands off me (that includes you Tom Ford).
Don't take the doctor's advice; go on and suppress your emotions, like me. Put on sunglasses and you'll be fine. Hoist up those skinny jeans and you'll be fine. Don't eat and you'll be fine.

I function perfectly. You see this perfectly chiseled face? No, not mine- Brad's. That's the sign of a perfect life. I dole out emotion sparingly. Emotion is not free. When I'm sympathizing with you I could be sketching another collection. You'll be fine: you know that, I know that. Don't be an emotion whore, hmm? I mean...prostitutes earn money from whoring, but you do not.
So. Being emotional is like being a whore. Go and sketch or something when your boyfriend breaks up with you instead.

Emotional whores, eww.

Secondly, there is this "Love" thing. Where you might love someone and they might love you but you're too scared to say anything to them. This is a problem. Just wear the black glasses.

That is all.