I'm slowly killing myself.

I've realized how much different of a person I want to be. I want to stand out to people, but obviously not in a negative way. I strive to be the last one standing for something everyone knows is right, but afraid of what everyone will think. Today got me thinking of how sad it is that we all live to impress the eyes of others. Don't call me a hypercritical girl, I know, me too. And I used to deny it, I used to be like I don't care what people think and I realized I always did. But so do you. But lately, I've actually started to realize, it really doesn't matter. Because in ten years you won't even know the people around you, unless you were good friends with them. People are too harsh on people. Because no matter how "cool" you think you are, you know deep down inside, everyone is just as "good" as you. And the funny thing is, people who think they are all better, really have no room to talk. The most beautiful people are the most humble. Because the beautiful people are the ones with sense of directions, a set of morals, and confidence in who they are.