so, here's the thing.
people keep trying to "figure" me out,
trying to shove me into neat little ordered boxes
because let's face it,
if you're a little bit weird,
if you're a little bit out of the norm,
you have to be studied.
you have to be analyzed.
you have to be "figured out"

truth is, i'm happy.
for what feels like the first time in my life.
i'm happy on my own.
i'm happy working at starbucks.
i'm happy not answering to anyone.

i don't need a man.
i don't need a high-paying job.
i don't need a god.
i don't need anything but myself.

so just back the fuck off, kthanks.