I don't want to know.

AGAIN.

PEOPLE AND THEIR QUESTIONS.

STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS.

STOP BUTTING INTO MY LIFE.

IF I WANTED YOU TO KNOW, I WOULD TELL YOU.

I choose what to tell. And what not to tell.

I choose NOT to tell you...errr...maybe because I DON'T KNOW YOU.

I don't ask you, "Why are you being extra nice to that guy? Do you like him?"

I didn't even ask you, "Why are you telling me all these?"



I'm not stressed out. Just annoyed. Because I don't like it. Never did. Never will.