They told me to write whatever I wanted and when I did they judged me. They said it was too sad. They said it was boring. They said no one would relate to it. So they deleted it. They tore it up. They threw it in the trash. They said it wasn't worth the read. So I told them to buzz off. I told them I wasn't looking for their validation. I liked what I wrote. I related to it. I wrote it so because it reflects who I am. They then told me that I wasn't sad. That I wasn't boring. But they don't exactly know me do they?