You could hear all the bullshit you want from others, but it’s up to me to make it true or not. I’m hated and loved, either way it doesn’t faze me. Go ahead: argue, talk, debate; I’m still the best at being me. I’m scared of being abandoned, large spiders with multiple legs, and the police. I have a tattoo, four piercings, two gauges, Monroe, a shaved design into my head with an amazing barber. Take me or leave me, but once you step foot into my life it’s hard to step out. I might be two- faced, three- faced, maybe even four-faced (; But try and catch up, I don’t bite!
