Shortcomings

I don't know who is reading and how they got to know of this. It's nothing I can do and nothing I will do. I will continue to write whatever shit I want, what I please and it will go on the same, just like it was before. I'm sorry, but I will keep on with it. Choose as you may, you are not obliged to do anything.


It is still, personal. This is.




I hate feeling vulnerable, even more when I become a mean old hag. Maybe it's just another phase. Maybe I'm just stressed.