All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.
)~>TO MY HATERS:
--i don't waste my time just for ur comments about ME.. because you don't know the REAL ME.. INSECURITY is an emotional disease..
* FOR ALL OF MY HATERS who TALK about ME.. T