I'm tired of trying to impress people and I'm sure there are many that can relate. I've grew up to learn my weakness and strengths. People who try to put me down I shove away. I don't need negativity in my life.

I know deep inside I'm a caring person, but I also know that deeper whithin myself I could care less of what people think and I can shove people who waste my time to the side faster than I can change the channel.

I'm not depressed, I'm just aware I live in the real world and you can only count on yourself.

I'm not insane, I'm just aware of my creativity and potention.

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