You hear things about me that even I didn't even know i did, and you hear things that I've said that I had no idea that I said. I do whatever feels right to me, and if you don't understand that, it's okay, I don't expect you to. I care a lot more than you would think, but there are just some things that don't bother me. Like, if you talk bad about me, I won't really mind. If I fight with you, doesn't mean I'm going to tell the whole world every bad characteristic about you. I'm honest, and might come off as a bitch. But that's your opinion and I wouldn't dare to change it. I just don't care what certain people think about me. I don't know why, but that's just who I am and I don't mind if you have a problem with it, because your opinion doesn't matter. The only person I really want to please is myself. Sure, having people know that I'm not a heartless bitch could come in handy some day. But I'm not going to prove anything to them. I am who I am, and if people call me a bitch, I guess I'm a bitch. If people call me fake, I guess I'm fake. But before you say that about a person, look back at the things you’ve done and ask yourself if you're worthy of judging someone other than yourself. Are you perfect? No. Do you make mistakes? Yes. So why is it so terrible if someone else makes a mistake? Why are you expecting the people around you to be perfect when you know that nobody is?