You're going to talk about me, because you know me, right? You think you know me so well. You think you know everything about me; my influences, my choices, what hurts me, what helps me, what haunts me, and my fears...you know it all, right? You know what I've been through, going through and will eventually go through, don't you? You know all my choices and the reasons as to why I made them, right? Listen, think what you want. So when you come and mouth off about how ridiculous, or stupid, or slutty or dumb or ugly or whatever else you want to call me, but remember that you don't know half of my story. And never will. You don't know anything about me besides my name.