They misunderstand

I know how it sounds when I say people don't understand me, but just hear me out.  After all I have mental illnesses and other things that make it hard for people to understand.  But even if we don't include those we're still left with plenty.  My sense of humor is dry, my social skills are poor, I don't say 'please' often (not because I'm ungrateful), I don't like to be touched...at all, I curse freely (sometimes more than others), and I don't sugar coat my opinions/thoughts/ect.  People like me when I'm happy, but not when my depression sets in.  If you can't accept all of me, then leave me the f*ck alone.  I have neither the use nor the time for people who are going to be cruel to me when I most need them to be nice.  Writing this is making my blood boil, I need to stop.