You heard it here first
This must be pretty much exactly what being in jail feels like. Or prison… one of those-- One of those places where you aren't free but you can predict exactly what every day is going to be like…
And you sit or lie there, imagining conversations you might have had with people who no longer care about you, no longer think about you, will never talk to you again, because their lives are better than yours…
The only way to get "back outside" is to work harder, but you first have to care, to find the will to leave this place… to find the strength to not find yourself back here, where you know you don't really belong, because yours is a place of potential greatness,
If you could just find the way to the grace.












