Once upon a time, I worried about what people used to think of me, stressed over how to please other people, I was conscious of my every step incase someone would disapprove, from my closest friend to a random by passer. All I wanted was to be liked, accepted, be in with the crowd. Never once thought how much that weighed me down. I lived my life accordingly,
according to what other people might think of me. The thing is..
No matter how you are people will still have something to say, you can’t please everyone. I used to walk with knives in my back daily even from my closest contacts. I still do today, the difference is I’ve got so many back there that I’ve gotten used to walking with them.
But now I just let them party at the back n keep strolling. But I will always be the one moving forward. So if you’re another one with a knife,
join the party I’ll carry you too..