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"Fug It, They Won't Care"

Whenever I'm alone in public and my self-esteem's shorter than the length of your toenails, and if I really wanna do something but is too shy to do it, I'd say to myself "Fug it, they won't care."

Will you care if I'm just a stranger who just passed by? No.
Will you care if I buy food from the hotdog stand next to you? No.
Will you care if I do some lip-syncing from my favourite tunes? Probably no.
Will you care if you see me trip? Well, of course you'd hold yourself back from laughing, but it will just pass because I am just some random stranger that's hoping that you won't know my identity...at all.

Our world is full of people that's judgmental. Everyone is. You, me, your dog, your neighbor, your cow, your duck...everyone. That's why a lot of people today are scared. Scared to go out of their own shell.

Well you know what? After living away from my family for a few months (because of college), I learned that the only one that will help us survive is us. There won't be anyone to motivate you but yourself. You're the only one that can tell yourself that everything's okay, You're the only one that can lead you to that future that you always wanted. 

That's why I'm telling you that sometimes, all you gotta tell yourself is "Fug it, they won't care".

If you wanna dance, then dance.
If you wanna sing, then sing.
If you wanna be known, then go for it.
If you wanna write, then start now.

It wouldn't hurt to try. There might be ups and a lot of downs along the way, but if you push a little harder, you'll see a streak of light at the end of it. But don't stop there. Keep going, there's something more than that that awaits you. You just gotta look closely.

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