Life is a Battlefield.

With age comes responsibility.
The past few months I have been overwhelmed with concerns and stresses. Nothing light, just all things heavy.

How come no one ever told me that life was going to be so difficult?
It's ironic because I used to be the one telling people to cheer up and I would be the first to say, "Everything will be okay."
Honestly, who am I to say that? Everything might not be okay, and to be truthful, lately all aspects of my life have been everything but okay.
It's taken a toll on my body, on my mind, and especially on my heart.

I feel like I've withered and become this ugly flower that no one wants to look at.
I've become this slothful person that permeates nothing but negative vibes and the rotting smell of "trash talk."

I am ugly. My soul has rotted. My mind has died. My heart is vacant.

Do I regret any of the things I have said or the things that have happened in my life?
No, none of it.

I am who I am.
Take me or leave me.


It's just a phase.