"What kind of trust is This?"

Birthdays have gone and passed, and I haven't communicated with any1. Well not directly anyway so should I feel guilty? My thoughts were filled with all things you but I don't get the credit if you don't know do I?

*Too many questions*


Today is the day I've grown too tired of unanswered questions. Sometimes you have to let the chips fall where they may, and at the moment I feel as if I'm prepared for things to fall wherever God decides to allow them.

A lot of good things going on, but I've found that even within those disappointments are still VERY prevalent. Things are moving and the Ball is quite literally in my court, not really sure what to do with it, but I am! I won't do what I know to do with it and that's becoming more frustrating everyday that passes. Fear is a crippling parasite that creates catastrophic happenings when misused.  Of course like anything else, it CAN be flipped to work in ones favor... My favors need different flavors.


I had so much to say, but as I began to type it felt like my will and spirit were being taken away with every word. I hate feeling this way, so depression must be real.

*I get depressed when I get better with words*

so I turn to others who have crafted beautifully written and orchestrated pieces such as this...






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I love being underestimated. So understand me.




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 -/Rebel2Society\-v(**)