You're going to talk about me, because you know
me, right?
You think you know me so well. You think you
know
everything about me; my influences, my choices,
what hurts
me, what helps me, what haunts me, and my
fears...you know
it all, right? You know what I've been through,
going through
and will eventually go through, don't you? You
know all my
choices and the reasons as to why I made them,
right? Listen,
think what you want. So when you come and
mouth off about
how ridiculous, or stupid, or slutty or dumb or
ugly or
whatever else you want to call me, but remember
that you
don't know half of my story. And never will. You
don't know
anything about me besides my name.