I ain't that kind of girl who loses her mojo when shit hits the fan. In fact, I am kind who holds her head high and saunter through rotting pits of hell like freaking Madonna. But when an uncanny and magnetic mystery met me, I guess electricity and emotions clawed it's way to my sass-drenched heart: harder and faster. Like life itself. But then came the destruction and I ended up hitting rock bottom. Hard. And as freaking usual, I had no North Star to get up from the dark waters of myself. But like Coco Channel ,"If you're sad, add more lipstick and attack." . I'm gonna add more chapstick to my lips and kool aid to my heart. Because a bitch doesn't stop barking that easily.