Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are

I Don't Want To Make This Sound Negative At All, But In The Best Way Possible I Freaking Give Up. I Give Up. You Can't Try And Make Your Life Perfect. I'm Just Trying To Have A Good Time, And I'm Just Trying To Appreciate The Things That I Have Around Me. I Give Up On The 'dream' Dream. I Think That It's All A Dream. I Think It's All Wonderful And Terrible. And I Give Up In The Nicest Way.

These Days I Don't Know Who Really Likes Me. I Always Assume Most People Are Bullshitting Me.

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.

I Don't Have A Big Thing About Leaving My Mark Or Being Historic.

I've Done Things That Can Be Made Fun Of. It's Not Such A Bad Thing. If I'm Going To End Up A Role Model, Then I'd Rather Not End Up Being The Kind Of Role Model That Pretends To Be Perfect, And Pretends That She Always Has The Right Thing To Say. I'm A Product Of Role Models That Didn't Make Me Feel Like I Was As Good As Them.