You don't know me...
What is it with people that have only actually met me for maybe two hours out of my life, they are never around to really get to know who I am, or how I think, but yet they have the audacity to tell me what I am really feeling? I dealt with that in high school too much, people who didn't undrstand, and thought that since they didn't feel that way that I don't really either. Why would anyone in the world want to be unhappy? Yes I have some motivation issues, and I could try harder, this I admit to, but to say that I am unhappy because I want to be. Irritating.