I am flattered with growing pains; I am gaining in ways that prove that I’ve been brave and; agonizing dilemmas spoil only a second of my time; I know when to cut it off though, I don’t need a sign.

finding different expressions to utilize, creating my own unique design; breaking a plethora of habits that could hinder me; avoiding afflictions that could cause infamy.

who else can I be, when I’m myself perfectly? why would anything else be better? any other version wouldn’t compare, nor its pressure…