No, I am not mad, sad, angry or upset. I am just deep in thought right now, maybe half asleep with my eyes open to be honest and for some unknown reason my face just looks really b*tchy right now. If it's not too late, I would like to say sorry for that now. (Cue Bieber's voice, because I still have that song on repeat.)

Resting B*tch Face, or RBF, is when a female's face is expressionless, resting and she looks mean or to be a big b*tch. What does that mean exactly? Well, her eyes look bold and wide, almost as if she is staring deep into your soul, analyzing every part of you from head to toe. Her facial muscles look as if they are hardcore judging you. Their eyebrows frown down and their lips stick out a little as if they want to say something really b*tchy to you, but they are holding themselves back.

You may look at someone with a RBF and think to yourself, "What is wrong with that b*tch?" The answer is nothing. There is nothing wrong. It's just their face zoned out and trying to ignore the real world around them.

I'm sorry my RBF makes me looks so angry all the time.

I swear I really am not. I actually am very content at the moment, staring into space thinking about random things that have nothing to do with right now. Honestly, I'm so deep in thought staring into space so hard that I have no idea what I'm even thinking about anymore.

I'm sorry my RBF makes me look so mean all the time.

I swear I really am not that mean. I'm just way too deep in my thoughts right now to pay any mind to you. I'm really deep in thought about what I am going to wear out tonight and contemplating if I should call that guy I met at the bar last weekend back.

I'm sorry my RBF makes me look like I'm judging you hardcore from head to toe.

I swear I really am not staring deeply into your soul, judging and analyzing everything about you. I'm actually using this time to take a quick power nap with my eyes open. Why would I waste time judging you?

I'm sorry my RBF makes me look like such a b*tch.

I swear there is a semi-prettier face somewhere on me when my facial muscles tense up a little and move a bit to the left. I swear I smile, too, sometimes! OK, maybe like a crooked half-smile, but it's still better than my RBF.

Although, I am sorry, it does get really annoying being asked what is wrong with your face all the time. Sorry, I was born this way. There is nothing wrong with me. I am not mad, I said! I'm fine.

Please, do not continue to point out my RBF. I already know it's there. I feel it come on. Again, I am truly sorry for all the mean looks, death stares, raised lips and narrow eyebrows. I am sorry for the lack of smiles and happy faces.

I'm sorry for scaring you with my face and concerning you that there may be something wrong with me.

I'm sorry you think I look like a b*tch.

I know I suffer from RBF and it is a chronic problem. I'm sorry to concern you, but please know it is nothing major and hey, maybe one day we can actually be friends!