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Oh how I wish I could shed these expectations. Not the ones I hold for myself that is, but the ones that others place on me. I just want to live life in a way that’s free of ties to what others expect me to be. But that has proven itself to be impossible. It’s difficult when those priorities do not align even the slightest bit with the priorities of others. Yes, I’m aware it shouldn’t matter, but it gets to me, every-single-time. I hate that people expect me to live up to these standards only because they think that is how it should be. I’m not held in your boxes, tied up by your chains, so when you attempt to put me in one, you should expect me to step outside of it immediately. Try to define who I am? Expect to be utterly disappointed. And if you think you’ve got me all figured out to the point where you can make claims on where I seem to fall short in your opinion, think again bitch. That kind of arrogance just comes off as ridiculously annoying.

Biggest mistake that any of us can make is to believe what others say about us.