I hate it when people pretend there's nothing going on when there's clearly something going on. Y'know what im sayin'? Sometimes I can't stand myself. How I get mad with my friends and I'm not afraid to show it but ultimately, those who really know me, y'all know I get over it really fast, and nonetheless when tomorrow comes, I will still love you guys as much as I did yesterday, today but less than tomorrow and the many days to come.
Meanwhile, Saturdays and Sundays are always so fun and fulfilling because of Him (I rly mean Him) but somehow one part of me feels soulless, afraid and lost and it's as if as each week passes, my life is trailing along a circuitous path with decadence. I hope it's just a feeling of uncertainty because it's been only a short while since I've adapted to this "weekend life". Nothing more.