My skin, my life

My skin is clean. My hair is a mess, and I kind of like the way I’m living my life. It’s not so much care free, because I reap the product of what I do. If I want to party on a Thursday and sleep in someone’ else bed I will do it. But what I wont do is allow someone to make me feel like they have feelings for me and leave me in the street alone and afraid. So when you ask what I want to do. Ill have an answer, when you ask if I love you; ill say it depends on which you you’re talking about. My skin is radiant, my heart beats every hour of the day, and when I open my eyes I see the wonderful life I live, and if your in it and were happy that will be because I made it so.