my own advice

I don’t know if I should even begin this post. I know it won’t come out nice. But ever since I could remember I have never been able to take my own advice.

I’ve met my match and I honestly thought that was that. Challenges have amplified. Simple roadblocks have become big facts.

Maybe i’m overreacting? Maybe i’m not grounded as I’ve had myself believe. I want to run away, I don’t want to admit it, but I want to leave.

I want to leave to…

I want to leave too…

For the good.

For good.