Jesus, I was so stupid as a teenager for even trying to fit into such a mold that's so pointless. "Would I rather be someone I'm not just to make others happy or be myself and make me happy?" I now know I choose the latter, I've returned to what I once was like before trying to fit in with people who just brought me down and for what? I gained nothing in the end, I changed and still wasn't accepted, changed back to being a weirdo punk who thrives on comics, weirdo art, rock 'n' roll, and bad ideas and have gained lots of respect from all walks of life as a person and as an artist. Thank god, I left this place.