Quote by Jordin Sparks

Sometimes I feel like there are people just waiting for me to fall. The funny thing is, I can't give them anything. I have just never been a partier, even in school.


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Summary

This quote reflects the feeling of being scrutinized by others who are secretly hoping for one's failure or downfall. Despite recognizing this, the individual acknowledges that they have nothing to offer those who eagerly anticipate their missteps. The quote also highlights the person's nature of not being an avid partygoer, drawing attention to their contrasting choices and possibly the perceived judgment that may result from them.

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By Jordin Sparks
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