With a magical label, you dismiss me.

The greatest insult. *smile*

I commonly told you the opposite of love is indifference.

You are apathetic to me.

Okay. This is your way of telling me you don’t love me.

You don’t care.

Okay. I do not need to be loved by you – to love you.

It’s okay. You call me names.

Okay. You don’t get to define me but it’s okay that you try.

You “diagnose” me.

Okay. I’m narrassitic?

I think you’d have to know me to diagnose me but… it’s okay.

You are you. I am me. It’s a shame, it’s not okay.