my back's a gallery
knives of different lengths and thickness
different styles and cultures
all stabbed deep in.
latest arrivals just yesterday:
3 from my mom's best friend, her daughter and her friend.
lol. but honestly it din affect me.
just added a bit of fuel to the ongoing fire in me.
but then there comes a point in life.
when u've seen the shit. enuf to be not phased by it.
and to all those
who just don't understand my style of expressing
looks like my ability to twist and turn
has left u stranded in a blackhole.
seems like u can't connect with me.
so please, keep ur comments to urself
:)