Today, my name is God.. NOT.

Am I God? Am I a god? No. There. I'm happy thats clarified. Now I have a question. Why is it that people come to me and ask me for advice or how I feel. Ok, sounds weird, let me explain. Why is it that people come to me (mind you, these are people I hardly talk to) and ask me how I feel about something? I don't give two fucking shits! I really don't. I don't care that your mom kicked you out and that you have to live with your auntys ex boyfriend that does crack on the kitchen counter. I really don't. Don't come to me asking how you look in that dress. I don't care. I don't care about many people outside of family, so don't ask because that would C L E A R L Y be begging. Why does everyone come to me and ask me how I feel about things? Why does my opinion matter so much? And I'm not talking 1-2 people a day. Why does what I say or how I feel effect you? Why do you care? Ranting.. AGAIN. But dear lord. Get a fucking mind of your own. I'm not a god.