I am not you.
Stop trying to mold me into something you think I should be. I have my own ideas, my own ways of doing things, my own beliefs and my own dreams.
I carry parts of the girl I was in grade school. My heart remembers you from 20 years ago. But it’s just a memory. Even yesterday is gone – that is not me.
I am my own woman, and belong to no one. You’ll get what I decide you’ll get.
Remember, every day is an opportunity to be bigger and greater than you were the day before. I accept that challenge. Do you?