If there were no vain people how would mirror makers survive?

I LOVE people. I LOVE progress. I despise ignorance. I despise lack of motion. That also means when I look in the mirror at times I don't like what I see. But I'm real with myself and try my best to fix it.

In my eyes, there are no white people, no black people, no any color people. JUST PEOPLE.

Some people need something to have something against. Their names? Haters.

They quite literally, have nothing on you.

The people that know the least about you say the most about you. Aint that hilarious?