Page and pages over my life have been written by my hand. Sharing them is not a fear but the fear is to be rejected by who will read them. My thoughts are intimate and powerful . But what can I say these are my view only …. influenced by me. Do me a a favour fuck off.. Where do our views come from .. Ladies and gentlemen .. They come from what the environment I came from. Fear from everything Fear we don’t keep up fear cos we don’t meet a standard we set ourselves. Fuck them I like one day out there on my own without my brain that they created. To smell flowers and not think about anything jst savour the smell and be innocent .
I got a taste freedom even in my home .