May 25, 2009-Sunday-Later

Why do people say they understand what I'm going through?? Why do they pretend to know how I feel?? Don't they know that they only make it worse?? They lie. They say they know...they have no idea. Those idiots. How could they possibly understand?? And if you're going to try to comfort me, save your breath. It don't need or want your pity. I get along just fine without it. And if that makes me a bitch, then so be it. I'll embrace the title, because unlike those liars who claim they know me, I KNOW who I am. And nothing they can say will ever change me. I'm not going to be their little puppet-girl; held up on strings for everyone to control. I'm not going to be another drop of water in the ocean; mingling and following the current. I'm not like that. Maybe you can't understand it, but I won't ever be like you. Because I choose not to be. I'm my own person. And I like who I am. And you don't know me, don't understand me. So stop saying you do.