I used to be the person who’d tell someone to back the f*** off in a second because they had no right to give an opinion on my life. I’m still that person, but I hate to be rude unless I’m irritated then I’m willing to punch you in the face. Sounds aggressive, yeah I know. It’s a hard month for me. I don’t like to deal with BS because it’s stupid and pointless. Lately, it has been like I’m a little kid being taught not to hit someone. I don’t need lectures to tell me what to do with my life. I don’t need them to tell me when I should have a baby. I don’t need them to tell me that I should go to an actual college. I don’t need them so the person giving it can tell me their opinion. Because I didn’t ask. If I don’t ask, I don’t value it. So it’s just wasting my time. I ask for advice from those who I know will support me no matter what. Not those who tell me “Oh I hope you’re not pregnant because it’s not good for you right now and it’s more likely the baby will die because it’s so close to your last miscarriage.” No, keep your comments to yourself.