Don’t fucking worry about why I am the way I am.
I hate it when people ask me, “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?” Or “Why can’t you swim?” Or “Why don’t you work at xyz?” Or “Why didn’t you major in xyz?” Or “Why do you refuse to shampoo every day?” Or “Why don’t you buy clippers to shave your own dog?”*
I don’t think it’s any of your damn business, first of all. These are not your problems. Quite frankly, to me, they are not even problems. Your life is a hot ass fucking mess but I don’t ask you why that is, do I?
Sometimes I hate people. C’est la vie.
*These are true 100% real questions that people have asked me in the past week alone. what the actual fuck.