sometimes when i think way too much i just feel like I’m this humble mind that isn’t corrupted by sex and wanting everyone’s attention. I feel like I just want to accept myself, not have people craving my body, or my mind. I don’t want to impress anyone, because honestly I don’t feel better about myself just because someone else thinks I’m ” hot” or thinks sexually about me. I’m not a piece of ass to put it crudely. I think the world is suppose to mean more than screwing around (literally). 
There’s beauty in bare skin, and beauty in life, more meaning then this mindset my generation has made so “important” to be and to live up to.
and I don’t care how “lame” I am, or if I worry too much, or care too much, or think too much into things. I just want things in my life to mean something.
and if i live my life filled with all this shit I don’t think I’ll ever be happy, so I’m not going to try to change, because I think being respected and not made an object, to be appreciated…I feel like that’s beautiful. that is worth it.

and if I’m “close minded”, then so is whoever else says I am, to what I believe in.