I never chose to be the one I am, but, you know, we don't choose where we came from, we don't choose his family, or his friends. We don't choose to live where we live, to breathe as we breathe. I don't choose to be different, or to have blue hair. I don't choose how I was going to be physically, and I didn't decide not to like you. We didn't choose who we fell in love with, but finally, I would have preferred that yes. I would have preferred that you love me, to be pretty, live where you would like me to live, to breathe as you like, I would rather not have blue hair. But you know, we don't choose who we are.