I don’t care anymore... I don't care anymore whether you think I'm a bad person, whether you think I'm too much, whether you misunderstand my intentions, or whether my choices make sense to you. I spent too much time trying to explain myself, defending my heart, and shrinking parts of who I am so other people could feel comfortable with me. The truth is, no matter how carefully I lived, someone always had an opinion. At some point, I realized that constantly trying to manage other people's perceptions was costing me my peace. So I stopped. I stopped carrying the weight of opinions that were never mine to carry. I stopped feeling responsible for stories people created about me without knowing me. These days, Id rather be misunderstood while being true to myselt than accepted for being someone I'm not.