you don't know me

you don' know if i just sniffed two rails of coke or if i'm just inspired to be writing this. you don't know if this screen looks blue to me and there's red dragons my room cuz i've been surrounded by this sticky green haze of smoke all day. you don't know. you don't know if i just snorted ritalin or if i'm too bored to do anything else. the fact is that you don't know me. you don't know if i brushed my teeth this morning, you don't know if i wash my hands after taking a shit and you definitely don't know what state of mind i'm in to be writing all this. so stop fucking judging. It doesn't sicken me anymore as much as it bores me. I don't care. i don't care what you think, what u whisper or even what embodies your whole fucking existence. you whole existence is an exercise in futility. it does not matter to me. simple. you don't me. i don't know you. so stop bitin' on my shit. i'll do me... you do you. why am i so fucking pissed off at the world? why do i wanna be so alone? why am i so .. so what? isolationist? sad? fuck you. i don't owe you any answer at all .. so consider it my fucking blessing when i tell you that i don't care cuz you don't goddam know me. fuck you.