How dare you look at me, traumatized beyond measure by forces you could not comprehend, and tell me you could do it better? How dare you decide what’s best for me when I don’t even know what’s best for myself? How dare you smile placidly and ask me if I’ve tried not being born the way I was?
You are lucky that you can reasonably pass as someone the world doesn’t hate. I don’t have that luxury. Leave me to my sullenness and come back when you’ve seen the world for what it is.
I hope all of us go to Heaven. But I hope all of you suffer before you get there.