Dear William Beckett

A/n: mindless rant. Enjoy.


Actually I was having a nice day, sick, tried, and fighting with a stupid boy, but I was having a long lazy day, that I was quite enjoying. Now I find out that Billbeckett, the William Beckett, recorded and wrote a song with Demi Lovato. I knew I cared this much, and im fucking pissed.

She started as a fucking stupid fan, much like all of us. She got him a j-14 vid, and sweetly enough he replied. (Though, I wrote a blog solely dedicated to him, which he had the link to, reply to his every little tweet, and blog post. I go to any concert within driving distance to this place, have every tai album, twice, and buy merch up the ass. Oh, I also make I love billbeckett posters which accompany me to these cocnerts so maybe he'd say hello to me, and all I've gotten is a fucking smile. Thanks for a smile Beckett).

Anyways, then he starts talking to her over twitter. You're a bitch you know, you replied once to me, ONCE, and it had nothing to do with what I said, it was about A & fucking K. Guess, what, when you replied, I threw up and hyperventilated. You don't reply to your fans over twiter, you don't even make an attempt, asshole.

So enough that he talks to her (and doesn't talk to ANY fan beside her over twitter) but now he makes music with her, and practically expects us to like her.

Fuck you William Beckett.
You suck at being an artist, all you are is a performer.
You really have disappointed me, like I didn't think possible.
Fuck you. Im crying.
I didn't cry when my parent broke up asshole.

Thanks for giving three fuck.

I get that she's famous, I get that its good publicity, and I get you're nice. This ahs gone too far though, and im going to punching the next eight year old who listens to TAI cause they got it from that fake.

Thanks William, really.