You don't know me. I read books, listen to music, watch movies, meet friends. I cook, I bake, I drink, sometimes to much. I learn new things, sometimes not enough. I work, eat, sleep , repeat. I draw, I wirte, I exercise. I try to date to the date. I have good days and I have bad days. I struggle everyday, more than you can see. I do all these things, trying out new ways to be me, that you know nothing about.
Now you don't get to look down on, Don't you dare try lecturing me.
For you left when I was a child and didn't care to visit. Now you're back in my life but it's not for my good, is it?