I’m feed up with people passing judgment on me.

I put up picture’s of bands on my wall and decorate with Halloween and mystical creatures. People see it and say I need an exorcism done on my bedroom. How about this, I didn’t do it for you.

I burn candles and incense. I read books on Wicca, ghost, spells, potion and charms. They tell me not do that because it is the work of the devil. Sorry I just don’t see it that way.

I listen to Rock, Heavy Metal, Hard core and a little bit of Punk Rock. I’m told I need to grow up and that there’s no meaning to that kind of music. I find that statement funny. If growing up means giving up my tupe of music, well I didn’t want to grow up anyway. I’ll be rocking out even on my death bed.

I’m 27 and have three children, I’m also not married. People think I should hang my head in shame. That’s not going to happen. I hold my head high. I’m proud to be the mother of three.

I’m guessing I live my life in away that upsets a variety of people. Wow to bad for them. I’m just fine with the way that I am!