Life is interesting isn't it? Early in my youth I remember trying so hard to fit in, and for what? So more people would "like" me? So I would be more "popular?" Looking back it was a sad time in my life because I was rejecting myself. I lived everyday for other people who could give a fuck less about me, and as a result I wasted so much time. As the black rose emerged so did the thorns, but as those thorns protect me so do they cut me just as quickly. I don't know what life is. I don't know what love is. The one thing I know the most about is ME. Learning to be myself, whether that be a good Chaud or a bad Chaud, learning not to be ashamed of what my past has made me has created my philosophy in life. Everyday is about one thing and one thing only, pleasing yourself first. Because if I'm not happy, I feel really bad for those close to me. I live my life on the black market. It's better that way. Join me?
Love,
Chaud
