Good evening all you lovely people.
I do hope this “hump day” is treating you well. I have heard through a blood relative of mine that it is Potato Week in Denmark.
Here it is. I’m coming back to twitter. I have received an overwhelming amount of support and heard stories of how you, like myself as a kid, need someone to stand up and speak the weirdness it is that you feel.
I have made the conscious decision to reactivate my account. There are too many people to let down if i stay away.
I feel somewhat responsible for you all.
This however does not take away from the fact that a select group of individuals really fucked me off and betrayed my hard earned trust. Believe me when i say this.
I love the true people that make my world better (through social media) and i wish i could reply to any of you but the fact of matter is, if i respond to 1 person i’m only going to piss off the numerous others that i cant get back to.
I love all you true Muddafuckahhhhhhhhhssssssss. and to those who bent me over and fucked me without any lube in the words of Asher Roth “sucka dick butt kiss”
“I see myself as a mascot for the kids who get beat down and feel like they don’t belong. I’ve always worn tight jeans and kept my hair long, which isn’t always accepted by society.”
Good morrow fair children
i trust we all slept well?
Last night there was a group of people, who called themselves “fans”, attempting to “hack” my twitter account. This has lead me to dispose of said account.
I understand that these particular individuals are not a reflection on all of you gorgeous people but it only takes a minority to fuck shit up and ruin it for everybody.
I loved twitter and it was with a heavy heart that i had to make such a drastic decision but heres the kicker, i as a person have no obligation to share my life with the outside world but i wanted everyone who has supported me to feel somewhat involved, invited or part of my bizarre existence. I have said in interviews that i always felt “outside” or perhaps a “spaceman” and twitter offered me the possibility to feel connected to others, who perhaps, feel the same way, because i had no one to connect with as a kid or a tangible figurehead that felt the same as i did.
I am sorry for those who feel let down by me. I feel let down
I love you. But i dont need more self righteous Daily Mail cunts in my life.
neverwrecked asked: could you tell me the personal tumblr account of Jamie? Thanks.