Asking me to change myself is like asking for the world to stop spinning
The seasons to stop cycling
Time to stop ticking
Impossible . . .

I want to capture the wind in my hands.
I want to never feel lonely or depressed.
I want to dance barefoot in the rain and scream at the top of my lungs.
I want to not stand and wait for my dreams to come to me.
I want to chase them down.
If you cannot understand these things, then you cannot understand me.

I am the Dreamer, the Outcast, the Scholar, the Punk, the Heartbreaker, the Popular Girl, the Prep, the Loser, the Athlete, the Beauty, the Nobody, the Best Friend, the Back-Stabber, the Jerk, the Helper. I am whatever you want to view me as. You may know me, but you can't control me. You can't change me.

My life is the unfinished painting and I am the artist. I will continue to paint on my canvas until it is done. This is my life and, even though I may spin out at times, I will always regain control over it . . .

I am Me