Bumpy ride

Some things I write about and some things I don’t write about, literally spoke about things I couldn’t handle writing about over the weekend. Liquor helped in painting my pain over the weekend, voice broke down, dropped all my feelings on the concrete. Hate the fact that I spilled how I felt deep inside about family, about things I couldn’t attempt to write about, the very same saga that almost made me take my own...

Lately my blogs have been about chasing the dream, there are times we feel as if we’re hitting rock bottom and there are days we feel as if we’re reaching for the mirror on the wall ‘cause we’re born stars. While we’re surrounded by individuals who can’t wait to scream our names when we’re on billboards but constantly wishing we lost it all. Daily writing how we feel inside but feel embarrassed when we’re understood merely because we pray nobody relates to our stories.

Haven’t lost a single parent yet we’re facing a dilemma of losing ourselves or losing our morals.