I don't care.

I'm going to make this quick. Maybe. Just let me get this out there.


I don't care what you think of me. I really don't. 

Some days I get weak, and start to think that the worlds opinion of me matters, and then I get crushed because someone posts something cruel on one of my youtube videos or whatever, and I let it affect how I see myself and then I break a little bit. And then I realize that that person doesn't really know me. And I get back to not caring. 


Musically, I'm a little hard to define. I probably am not going to give the prospective managers what they want, I won't paint a beautiful picture for you with my stage presence and I might shed tears as I sing some of my new stuff. Which might make you uncomfortable.


I am in the midst of figuring it all out. I'm not pretending to have anything figured out. My world, heart and life have been rocked the past few years... I'm still finding my footing. 


Like me. Or don't. But understand, that my worth is not determined by what you think of me. My worth is determined by the kind of life I live. The kind of heart I have. Am I kind? Am I generous? Do I know how to love? Am I compassionate? Can I stop for someone who needs help and give them what they need? 


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