People always talk about me. It’s time that I should give them the finger and walk away. Talk about me all you want but I’m good. I know who I am, thank you. They’re just talking since they’re envious and they don’t know me. I’m alive and I’m doing my thing so they’re just jealous that they don’t have the courage to be smart, to be brave and to be alive. They chose to be dead. I didn’t. I chose to be alive. I chose to make mistakes, to fight back, to hold my head high and to think highly of myself. I’ve got an imperial ego and I’ve got nothing else to hide. All of the shit that’s happened was because of my choices. No right and wrong opinions, by the way. Live and let live. So I’ll choose to be stronger now. I’ll simply stop caring about what other people think.