as I grew up I was impressionable upon what was exposed to me. as I grow these impressionable acts 🎬 become a role play for me. I look at my life and I count the blessings, but the pain comes naturally. when I'm stressed everything is tense. I enjoy happiness because I know it's temporary. I'm addicted to success even if I collapse in the process without a cheer or plead of my life. I'm more concerned about my eternity 😔. I'm fighting battle to stay on course, but I'm pulled by so many that need me and love me but SHOW ME why am I here! is it to go through chaos like every other person so we can say we made it? WHY
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