Everything seemed good, but I knew it had the potential to be awful.

Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.

When the right moment appears, the key is to not let it pass.

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

I left. When I should have stayed.

Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?