Ciao. Hit the road. Get OUT. I can't have you around any more. Sorry. Actually, no, I'm not. You try to make me feel small, and then you try to make me feel big, and like nothing. But I'm tired of the way you shout your lies calling me into question. wooing me, and flattering me. I don't care anymore. I've been playing this game for too long. I'm cashing out and deleting the lists I've kept. I will be me. I will do what I need to do. I will do it for the cause, the reason the color grows within. I no longer need your approval to exist.I don't need to be better than anyone else, I don't want anyone else to feel smaller than me. I get to exist. I get to breathe. I get to live, as me.