i don't need another mother, but thanks for the offer.

i know you don't understand me, or my world. you can't; as open-minded as you might be, my way of life is completely different than anything you had ever seen. my detachment, my somewhat cold-hearted attitude seems odd to you, when your relationships are based in proximity and in a warmth that i would find unbearable. i know you watch me, i know you find me weird, even though you might lack the words to describe that or the gut to tell it as it should be told - if it should be told at all. in the meanwhile, if it ain't asking too much, could you cut the crap? god, sometimes you can be annoying as hell. just shut the hell up for a while, okay?