...in my life, i never tried to impress someone for them to like me because if i do, i’ll have to keep that image for the rest of my life; it’s hard to pretend to be somebody else… i may not be close to perfection like other people do… but who cares? it’s not them whom i live my life for anyway… what matters is that I know myself and i know how i look like inside and out… this is me, as what they say… “if you can’t handle my worst, then you don’t deserve my best”