The shit you hear about me might be true but then again, it could be as fake as the bitch who told you.

När man är liten tror man att alla har det som man själv.
När man blir större tror man att man är ensam om det. 

Hate me?
So what?
Love me?
Even better.
Think I'm ugly?
Don't look at me.
Don't know me?
Don't judge me.
Think you know me?
You have no idea.