Scratch.
You try. And sometimes you succeed.
But the pain is my past.
Not my story.
I won't let your opinion define me.
I wasted too much of my life letting that happen.
I will step into who I am and who I want to be.
Now and always.
Keep on trying.
I am fairly certain that it will be your undoing.
Yours faithfully,
Qavah
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