Grateful for those around me who've taught me how to love, fight, and cry. You've all affected me greatly, both good and bad. I'm just grateful for my 5 senses that've kept me goin'. Like blues, greys, and oranges, the colors contrast against each other, and no matter how wicked your heart is, i've gained something. Noone is perfect. 
Looking back, I realized that. We're always chasing something we can't have. We're not appreciating the things in the now. Don't take it for granted. Trust me; just don't do it to yourself. Are there things I'd change? Of course, in a second if I could. But I can't. That's what makes me real. Don't try to be fake. Too many people in this world are. If we were honest and wholesome, would there be stereotypes imposed upon us? Or would the world not have as many eyes to judge anyone anymore?