I do not respect them in the slightest. They always tell these stories which I refuse to believe. They're so fed up with their life. One day, they snapped. They threw a chair at me and just screamed. For a whole month, they refused to go to a mental hospital. Instead, they just kept laughing and smiling at me whenever we crossed paths. They never bothered to tell me their name. It's been years since I've seen them, and yet they haunt my soul every night.