The shadow in the background of the morgue

I won't always be able to hide behind my quirky persona. Even though I don't know you and all i know is you sit behind me in class it kind of hurts when you talk about me. Who are you to talk about me behind my back. I have no clue why this bothers me so much, but it does. I barely talk to you, yet you openly criticize me on your free time? Stupid freshman.