Somewhere along my way to the top of the mountain, I grew up a litte. Lately I forgot to feel abit. I can't care about ppl's comment on my image, or my body, my attitude, my thinking. I realise these vultures will never go away till you bend to them. And I am not going to be that dead meat for them to feast on.
I'm young. I have this journey in front of me which I try to lay careful bricks so that I won't take the wrong path. Life's a bastard, no doubt.
Oh yes. I love you. a
