im 22,two months into it to be precise about it but ive always felt my soul was old. I was always raised to give EVERYONE the benefit of the doubt, let people start off with a 100 not a 0, and to love first and foremost and if they fuck it up thats their loss. I never saw the significance of not giving someone a chance from the starting line. i guess that was my definition of trust. I believed in taking chances even if it meant seeing the ugly side of someone when i thought they were someone special. The last couple weeks i have been thrown in a whirl wind that has put me in situations that i have never even fathomed i would encounter. Those who know me know the pride i possess and with that being said i found it in myself to push it to the side for those who i THOUGHT i loved, who i considered family. Blood isnt what determines whom falls in the category of family but its that bond thats unexplainable. Its that unspoken vow to be there for them just like they’ll be there for you. You never have to question or second guess those who are fam, nor do you ever ever everrrrrr expect them to be the reason for any type of emotional pain. Thing is, when they are how do you justify any reason for keeping them in your life. Do you forgive easier since they were once put up on that pedestal or agree to disagree and charge it to the game. Ive exhausted all possibilities to make things right and have decided to throw my hands up. My I DONT GIVE A FUCK alarm went off this weekend and it was time. Im here, and you know where to find me. You want me, come get me. My thoughts are starting to lose order so im gonna leave on this note. Sometimes, you need to take a step back and take yourself out of the situation. If you know you’re in the right then go with it cause if not all im saying is there is balance in the world so sooner or later you’ll get yours…YOU LIVE, YOU LEARN..YOU MOVE THE FUCK ON.