You don't know me. I read books, listen to music, watch movies, meet friends. I cook, I bake, I drink,Β Β 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, Β Β 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?