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I wish it wasn’t like this, but it is. I admit to it. I admit to my stupidity, my weaknesses, my downfalls, and my lack of responsibility. Now I’m stuck with caring less about the stress even though that’s the worst mindset. ‘Cause reality is real, and actuality I can feel. I’m just so used to the attempts at pushin’ the negativity aside, and behind the fronts I hide. I wish God would give me my angel wings back and re-teach me how to glide. I don’t want to be unable to flex, but holdin’ me down is this heavy weight on my chest. I don’t know how to change back, the devil is scopin’ out his attack.
I used to love this show. February 2nd kicks off the final season!