Pull out all uneven bricks and all the crooked beams that you think need a fix. But when you evened them out, you realize the house is about to tumble down. What life has put you through defines so much who you are. And after all you know you're better off this way. The end of every nightmare is the dawn of a new day. Don't give a fuck what they tell you, you gonna be alright. Screw the perfect life. Don’t believe that there’s a necessity for you to fit into those given shapes. All false expectations are forced compulsions imposed on us so that we struggle on. All these fake obligations persisted for too long. They try to make us believe that something about us is so wrong. But it is bullshit all along. So here's to all our doubts and flaws. So all you outcasts, all you marginalized underdogs who always feel displaced. Keep your chin up and realize that every scar, every black mark on your soul is something to embrace.
