"Don't be afraid of your stuff."
I walked by that door and never even glanced at what lied beyond. Not 'like I didn't care';I DIDN'T CARE and this persistent indifference has been the death of me at least that which exists outside of the analytical jokey part of me. I'm thinking back to advice from dear ones from high school, college...and I think that's when it stopped cause folk probably figured I wasn't ever gonna change. I saw 16 Blocks a few weeks ago. Cried especially hard. I would say why but I don't want to spoil the ending.
I am sincerely afraid that there won't be a open window up ahead. They say God only helps those who help themselves. Could God give up on me?In retrospect: please excuse my flair for the dramatic but note, this is NOT an apology.