Learning|finding my self |reconnecting| rebuilding |self love| believe in my self when others fail to believe in me| fight | survive | live for two day
I am a feminist in rehabilitation. A survivor and artist at heart. My walls are thorny, cold and unclimbable. I come off cold , detached and untrusting. If you hurt me … just don’t it’s far from pretty. If you know me and I care for you, I am vulnerable , loving and honest. My word is my bond. Behind these eyes is pain And mistrust. I am like my art work, I work in progress,unpredictable and perfectly imperfect.