I don’t fit into anyone’s expectations. I’m not interested in following the script or pretending to be someone I’m not. I like things honest—unpolished. You’ll find me at the back of a small venue, soaking in the music, listening to a band that’s still playing for the love of it. That’s where life feels real, in the quiet moments and the imperfections.

I don’t waste time on shallow conversations. If we’re going to talk, let’s talk about something that matters—music, art, how we’re all navigating this world in our own way. I’d rather hear about your favorite book or song than what’s trending. There’s something magnetic about people who know what they care about and aren’t afraid to live for it.

You won’t catch me chasing trends or looking for approval. I’m more interested in chasing experiences—the kind that make you feel alive, even if they’re small. The kind of nights where you lose track of time because you’re caught up in something bigger than yourself.

I don’t need a crowd around me. I’d rather have a few people who understand—who get *me*. People who know that sometimes the best moments are the quiet ones, when everything else fades away and you’re left with something real.

So no, I’m not here to impress anyone. I’m here for the music, for the art, for whatever feels true. And if you’re looking for someone who follows the crowd, you’re looking in the wrong place.