I am not a discussion point. I am not your conversation piece. This isn’t your story. This is my story. This is the rhythm that I float on by and you can’t just go ahead on your own whim and take it for a ride. I am a human being with feelings; who are you to take away that very right granted exclusively to me? Yes, that means all the good I’ve done, the mistakes I have made, they are mind to wade in and weep when necessary. My pain exists from my context, not yours. Who are you to capitalize on my pain?