insanity.

it is driving me. it is driving me to work harder. i cannot fail you mother.

Peace

here we go boys.

well good luck to me.

Peace

i cry when angels deserve to die.

i could not run any faster. my feet felt numb, but i kept on going to finish another ten rounds. i keep forcing my stride higher so that i can go faster. there is something pulling me back to the ground i feel like quitting.

i cannot do anything. my belief to achieve is far. i am still breathing. i lay motionless on this chair with papers of fake scribblings. my brain is dead.

Peace