Por que permito que mis calzones palo rosa y mis curvas mariposa me digan que hacer con mi vida? yo se perfectamente quien soy but I'm being misrepresented... I'm letting comfort and safety speak in my name and that's just not cool. It's been so many years of fighting myself and cutting through the truth just to let it all go to waste becuase of one stupid thing: you. Che fregata!
Forutnately, it all happens for a reason and maybe that reason is bigger than my will to fight it. Hopefully at the end I'll be saying It's all cool now...