Risking everything for some type of belief that it feels right and you'll be better off. I'm going to be my own destruction. Exhausted and unwilling to bend as comfort has come in the place of discipline.
My reflection has a sour look and shaking it's head in my glutton state. I have now become what I hated the most. The circle keeps spinning. Wanting it to end is not too much to ask is it? The more I work, the more unappreciated I feel.