Before I go.....
We now leave in the age where we like to document the events of our lives. I might as well ride the wave: I'd like to talk about the voices that are going through my head when I get mad. The fog that I see when I have had enough of the indecencies of the day the travesty that my situationship is based on. The number of times I kick myself because I see who I want but no matter how much I try to make it apparent, I still fumble and drop the pass. The number of times that I see Leroy, Antonio and/or my Dad, and I want to take my day out on them because 24 hours doesn't begin to tell you how much I have bled out and have tried to stabilize myself and carry on like nothing is going on.