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(Okay I'm not one to 'Tumblr Rant' but this right now I feel is needed.)

I found out today that Logan Thayer ( loganthayer.tumblr.com/ ) and Ryan Howell have been removed from their previous band F,ML. And I am pretty out~raged by how the other members went about telling Logan and Ryan they were no longer in the band, (You can read it on Logan's Tumblr.) and how deceivingly the band brought about telling us that Logan and Ryan are gone now. It made it sound like they chose to leave, which by reading Logan's statement on his Tumblr we learn was most definitely not the case.

I mean hell, this situation even has my 42 year old mother (who is also a big fan of the band) angered especially at Robbie (whom she finds completely unattractive.) This is the severity of the situation. (Even got parents all upset and angry.)

I am EXTREMELY angered by this resent discovery, and I wish to get to the bottom of this, every part of this... Because I am angered and confused.

(I also feel as if they got rid of the Hottest two members by the way.)

Sincerely your's,

I frowned at my reflection, the dress I was wearing was too tight. it hugged in all the wrong was, at least as far as I was concerned.  I breathed in, trying to pull my stomach in but I did nothing, not like my best friend who's ribs you could see through her skin by her standing a certain way, but still got to have curves. I hated her for it.

"Y/N are you ready? We're going to be late" Logan knocked on the door and I sighed, I didn't want to go, but it's Ryan's birthday and Logan had asked me to go with him so he wouldn't be on his own when the others where all hanging out with their girlfriends. "No." "Can I come in?" "If you want," I glanced back at the mirror, trying to suck my cheeks in as he opened the door. "What're you doing?" I stopped and glanced at him, he was so gorgeous it wasn't fair. Why he ever wanted to be seen out in public with me I have no idea. "Nothing. "Y/N are you okay?" He looked worried "Not really." He stepped forward wrapping his arms around my shoulders, 'because they won't fit around your waist' the voice in my head taunted. "What's wrong?" I glanced at my reflection, trying to think how to word it but he caught the look. "Is this a body thing again?" He asked, pulling away slightly to look me in the eye. He knew I had a bad body image, of course I did, I was awful.  When I didn't reply he frowned and put his hands on my shoulders spinning me around to face the mirror.

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