How can you know what it feels like when you’ve never been in the same place? If you would ever be there, you won’t be able to command how and what I should be doing. How can you dictate my path when it’s not even in my control? Why does everything related to me bothers you so much when all you think is that I’m an idiot you shouldn’t care about? How can you say you care about me when all you do is let me breathe in solitude? However the question isn’t how it’s even why. Being more straightforward it shouldn’t be any kind of interrogation. It’s only about life decisions. It’s a personal path. It’s just me.