I'm back for a bit.
We will see how long this lasts.
I disappear for a while and you see through me like window glass.
None of you know I came from sand, you haven't seen the millions of specs that made me.
More layers than an onion.
You think you know me, you don't.
Talk about me all you want, it won't change how I act or how I live my life.
It won't change who I am as a person.
STOP PROJECTING!
You are such a phony...
You don't know me.
Like I said...
I'm like glass, millions of specs.
I'm breakable, not indestructible.
But luckily I am my maker.
I build my glass strong enough that I won't break under your poor tactics to get people to hate me.
I'm also good at being alone, too good really.
You think you'll break me but I'm the type of glass that will preserve and push through.
You hurt me but I won't let you know that.
I'll keep my head up high and continue to appear like nothing you do hurts me.
In reality, you're chipping away at me. Tiny micro fractures in my glass... but it's okay, I'll fix them
No thanks to you.
Screw you.
