I am hard to classify and even more difficult to understand.
I never ask for people to understand me since I've given up on understanding others. Acceptance is key.
I think things a lot more than what I verbalize... and I keep too many thoughts to myself that continue to rot inside of me.
I am sincere and sometimes even blunt, I hate lying above all things.
I am all that I've become after years of suffering and learning, I am a result of changes and pain. I am all the wrong and all the right mixed up in just one being. I am broken. I have been patched but I can never be whole again... not any more.
But after all these years... I am what I want to be, no matter what... I am ME.
CALABRESE - Desert Bat🦇
Hace 2 años