Listen up, my dude, I get it, you’re strutting around in those skinny jeans and slippers like you just stepped out of a fashion disaster, and you think you can come at me calling me emo and goth, but let’s be real for a second, you’re the one looking like a confused fashionista who lost a fight with a washing machine, while I’m out here rocking outfits that are so fresh and unique they make your whole wardrobe look like a clearance rack at a thrift store, so maybe instead of throwing shade, you should take a good look in the mirror and realize that your style is more of a cry for help than an actual fashion statement, because let’s face it, you’re not even in the ballpark of cool, more like sitting on the sidelines trying to figure out what’s wrong with that outfit, so how about we both just appreciate that we have our own styles and you take a step back from the bullying because, trust me, I’m not the one who needs a makeover here, my friend.