It’s not that I don’t mind not annoying people that aren’t like you, but I really don’t hate what you are, so that doesn’t mean I like everything you aren’t. They seem to hate to not highlight what I’m not bad at, I suppose they hate to love to point out what I am not, and they wish I am.

They hate that I don’t use the dictionary, and that I am what my brother isn’t, and my Dad used to be. They used to think that they knew who I wasn’t really, but they know not too much information now and they think they know everything.

You don’t know what you’re really saying until it isn’t said, if you think about it like I normally don’t. The Golden Rule wasn’t meant to be just there, because everyone used to not tell me that it was supposed to be used everywhere.

What this not confusing, because it didn’t seem to not confuse me but I really know.