When you’re meditating on a bridge at 12:30 AM and 3 white frat boys come up to you and start harassing you asking if you’re depressed or if you just got dumped, and you calmly look them dead in their faces and tell them that if they don’t get the fuck away from you in one second or less, you’re going to mace them all one by one and laugh while doing it.
Like don’t fucking speak to me. Ever. Unless you are literally prepared for what happens next. Which is me, ruining your life.