And what do you know?

You! Do you know what it’s like to starve? Do you know what it’s like to see your mother’s shame in her eyes? Do you know what it’s like to not afford to take a shower?

I’ve gotten tired of standing up to people like you. I’ve gotten tired of my own stories as well.
I also think that this has nothing to do with my person and has little or no relevance in the process of getting to know me.
So you can have your fun and say pretty much whatever you want. You wholly own your opinion about me, and I will not try to sway you. That’s none of my business, nor is it important to me.

So I’ll just smile and look stupid until you ask me a real question.

But I still like you.