Explanation? Fuck off.

Well, I really hate explaining things. To me, those who need your explanation, won't believe you and those who believe in you won't need it. Like today/tonight, my dad ask me why am I back so late. I told him I went studying. He totally don't believe it. He went like "I don't know what you're doing outside." Like hello? I tell you I'm studying already and you don't believe in me. Look at what I mean by those who need it won't believe it? He needs my explanation when I go home late and yet he doesn't believes it. That's why sometimes I never bother to explain and clear things up. I hate it. I seriously hate it. When I give a fuck to explain things to you, you better believe it or else, don't expect an explanation from me from then on. It's not only applicable to my parents or siblings, it's applicable to EVERYONE. I don't care how you think of me as long as I know where I'm heading to. Oh well. Shall stop all my rants. Ciaos.