Yes, it is sad to surrounded by the wrong people. Wrong people do not mean bad people. They are not just the right ones who will help me achieve my dreams, my purpose.
I have learned how to remain positive and strong. Sadly, wearing armor everyday and fight the forces that transforms me into a monster is no joke. Sad. Sad.Sad. I have to admit that the future that was once clear seems to be hazy.
I have to write this to remind me of my goals and to figure out the end of this maze. Realizing this means that I have to address this. This what makes things lifeylicious after all.
