I had manners. I was fairly attractive. I was funny. My life fell apart when I was diagnosed with stupid fucking breast cancer. I don't give a fuck if I have manners, my looks were destroyed. I lost my sense of humor.
I owe no explanations for my flaws I don't have to justify my mistakes my past or my insecurities I am growing and learning let me live~ Right, sometimes no explanations is just better for you. And I don't have explanation for everything I did.