on insistence

some people don't get it. they waste no time, no fucking little time, looking at themselves in a bloody mirror. thinking about their atitudes, and the reactions of everyone else. if you were to spend one minute doing it, you would realize how that bloody insistence pisses me off. how it gets annoying and intrusive. especially because it's not my business, but yours; therefore, i can't see why i have to be the one bothering myself with it. i hate to be rough to my friends, i hate lying to them, but sometimes i'm given no choice. and sometimes, some of them deserve it.