I finally remembered my mom's disgust with
a wound on my left arm..still bears the scars..
after I was abused by that scum of a EX.
That’s the reason why I tattoo.
just bcz she doesn’t like it.
But I still remember I hate having a tattoo.
Imma idiot!!!!
I hate myself, why I live for the others?
Now,I’m totally bad girl anda tattoo’s girl…
I hate myself ,
I can’t go back to the TEMPLE,
doing my favorite job. How come !!!
I don’t know Wht to do now…
I needa help. GODwhere r u?
MY DEAR BUDDHA
WHERE R U?