7th month...

at night when you hear someone calling your name...
don't look back...

don't swim during this month...
"they'll" pull you down and drown you...

don't leave half eaten food lying around...
you're inviting "them" to join you...

these are some of the tales that i grew up with...
7th month has become a time when we freak out on the slightest twitch...

i have always been afraid of the toilets... bathing actually...
thats why since young i've been bathing facing outwards...away from the shower...
i don't like the elemnt of suprise if someone tries to attack me from the back...
maybe it was the thought of me dying wet and naked on the floor...
my hair plastered onto 1 side of my face...
my naked body dripping wet with fats bulging out from obscene place...
not to mention...
wrinkly skin...

doubt that this is a really good plea for future attackers...
but i do stand by it...

i'm not afraid of be killed...
i'm afraid of being killed and looking ugly...

i'm not afraid of death...
i'm afraid of growing old...

disclaimer: not a sucide note/ not an encouragement to future attackers...