Feeling an intrinsic movement to be honest with myself. I’m feeling as though I’m losing out on something I never really had to begin with. I need to do as I please and ignore what the pretentious and cocky people around me have opinions about. I need to give up in thinking I’m being too much like something that isn’t me and not enough of what is. I love what I love and I can’t be angry about that. It’s my turn.