Halsey was in a bikini. There you go, that's what this was about. But I've actually heard it, and her music is still unbelievably awful. But she's hot, has tattoos, and lots of bikinis so what am I supposed to do? Just pretend like none of this ever happens? You know what the one thing is that I never see in these pictures? A boyfriend/girlfriend/friends. Never. Not once. You're young, beautiful, wealthy... Jesus Christ go out and meet some people. Hang out somewhere and have a good time. Ten years from now, no one is going to remember your name, and you'll be sitting in the basement on piles of money (if you're lucky and your hangers-on don't drain you of it first) all by yourself. You don't have to hang out in sleazy bars or noisy nightclubs or anything but for the love of God, go buy a cheap bicycle and go for a ride and pet some dogs you meet, or maybe restore old furniture or something, instead of hanging around in your backyard all alone taking pictures of yourself. The internet and Instagram will still be here when you get back. Fuck.
