I’m not the type to fake who I am. I’ve been through enough to know what’s real and what’s bulls**t. I mess up, I say dumb things, I screw around, but when I care—it’s all in. I don’t chase approval; I chase connection. I’ve got scars that don’t always show, anger that sometimes does, and a heart that keeps beating even when it shouldn’t. People think I’m trouble, but I’m just honest in a world full of masks.