It’s time I snapped out of it. Stopped letting go and started hanging on. Time I got a grip of myself, reality and moved forward. I’m about to make promises to myself, pick myself up from the ground. I’m about to make change, find myself instead of hiding myself. Express myself instead of messing myself. Be true to myself instead of lying to myself. When a boy becomes a mess and a mess becomes a man. And I know damn well it’s going to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. The true test of self control. Writing morals and finding home.
