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Reality


Reality-

It's starting to hit me really hard. Every time I walk outdoors with my child, I can sense danger. So, as a mom, it's important to make sure that my son is safe at all times. Don't have time for the bullshit.

Reality-

Don't know why people is calling me Ghost, like I am going to die or something. But, I know that I am still alive today. The devil is a 24/7 worker, so I always know that the devil is a liar in my eyes.

Reality-

I am going to focus on my son, and myself. The future looks so bright, and good for us both. Not gonna mess up.

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