I hate my life.
I hate the fact that idiots try to run my life (make decisions; step over boundaries ; give help when I have asked them to leave it alone. They think that they are helping and that is always their excuse, as it is some sort of get-out-of-jail free card. “I am only trying to help,” it sends me insane with anger, as to me, it shows nothing but contempt.

They never listen, to the point where it feels like they think they know better about parts of my life that they know absolutely nothing about, and I always end up having to fix it whilst they sit there proud of themselves and don’t quite understand when I decide to do things on my own.