People are always telling me that i’m not like other girls that i don’t dress like other girls that i don’t act like other girls. But i’m my OWN person. I go to the beat of my own drum.
If we’re so smart and so much better than all the animals, and man rules the world, why can’t we just change all the time from, like, a caterpillar to a butterfly?
I understand… the pressure is definitely hard, but I think just keeping your head on your shoulders is easier than it looks. I think if you know who you are, then I think you’ll be fine for the rest of the way.
I guess I kind of realized that my whole life isn’t one giant press junket. I don’t have to be smiling all the time and always have the perfect answer.
