things
I was once engaged. I gave the bands away to a friend in CA who melted them down to make a necklace. The diamond I gave to this dirty hippy boy who now is ready to pull it off his dread and hand it to a women (or mamma, as he will call her) when he feels like it. Safe to say I have put the whole immature mess behind me.
The person I was back then was slowly killed using the one treatment I feared more than death, and having it used against me repeatedly. Her death is one of my scars.
I like the life I have made for myself, and if anyone tries to take this life and brake it, do not be mistaken, do not think I will take it lying down ever again.
The person I was back then was slowly killed using the one treatment I feared more than death, and having it used against me repeatedly. Her death is one of my scars.
I like the life I have made for myself, and if anyone tries to take this life and brake it, do not be mistaken, do not think I will take it lying down ever again.