I hate it when people who don't even know your name or know you have a thousand and one things to comment about how they don't like the way your living your life.
I always hear this. ALWAYS. And most of the time, I try to not let it bother me. But as the days pass, I notice that it actually does. It bothers me quite a lot. I like to think of myself as a strong person. But lately, in these marbled eyes, my anguish is obvious.