I never thought time would go this fast. I got hit in the face by bricks. The world is a movie that will never end well. If it does, it will end in the middle of a sentence. I'm now at the end of my time. It will never be the same. I'm living my essay, my novel, and my story. The sad part is that I'm trapped in the lies I told and the the lies about me. I'm stuck between a rock and hard place. I'm stuck like glue. I've been beat like a dog. I've cried myself to sleep at every night. The world is tough out here. I didn't see how I made it this far. Again I think this is me pouring out to you, the stranger, who is reading this. My sentence stops here...
