If I'm unsure of all the complexities of my life, how can others be so convinced that they know or think they know what's going on?  The details of my saga remains that... MINE. 

Unless you've tapped into my phone, my head, and my heart, you haven't got the slightest idea.  You just don't know and until the day you've walked in my shoes and endured my pains, then you can't scrutinize and you certainly can't judge.

You wanna be rude and crass??  Then yes, all that fucking matters is that I know what I did and none of you don't.  All you know is hearsay.  Now I'm done wasting my time writing on this shit.