I never give up telling the world how awesome I am. Whatever, though. I know that I can find myself near the definition in the dictionary. Awesome does end in me, after all. A coincidence? I think not. I’m always thinking that there is nothing more awesome in this world than me, not to sound cocky. I just don’t care sometimes. My life can be filled with anything and everything whenever I want. I know I’m not always on top of my mark, but when I am, oh yeah. I walk into the room, my head held high, with eyes all upon me, and I know that everyone is wishing that they could be as awesome as me. A little bit here, a tiny be there and the rest of whatever I’m doing can all come into place.