Stephh, aka, Ninja Pirate Assassin.. Just saying.

I am tired, no, no maybe exhausted is the right word.  I'm exhaused of people thinking they know the deets of my life. They think they know what I've done, the things I've been through, and the people I love.  My response? You don't know diddly squat. You don't know the reasons I am the way I am. You don't know why I make the decisions I do, and you sure as hell don't know what I've done.  The thing is, I don't even know the answer to half of those questions, except the what I've done one, I'm clueless.  I make bad decisions, but I live with those. People judge me as though they know my life story, well sorry to inform you of this, but I don't know my story even.  Unless you're following me around, which is also referred to as stalking, then just shut up.  It's pointless to pretend you're my best friend, it's pointless to pretend you care.  All that comes of that is pain, and regret.  Regret isn't my feeling though, I've lived my life with only one true regret, and that's ever talking to R.A..  It's pretty sad to admit that that is my only regret.  If you only knew though, then you'd understand why I regret everything.  Why somedays I can't bare to be in public for fear of bursting out into tears.  Never in my life do I want to see him again, and I know I will, that's the hard part. I know if I ever even wanted to see T.B. again, I'd have to put up with seeing R.A. everytime.  Ughh, the thought of this makes me depressive.