I am beyond frustrated with yakko, who insists on sticking his nose into my life. Seriously, why does he think it's his place to judge me for drinking and smoking at 13 or for figuring out my identity as trans at 9? It infuriates me to no end, and it's not just me—my friends are getting fed up with him too. He needs to understand that I'm actively trying to improve myself; the fact that I'm working on quitting these habits should count for something. At least I'm not using drugs anymore and I'm cutting back on self-harm. What I choose to do with my life is absolutely none of his concern, and he should really learn to mind his own business instead of barging into mine uninvited.