I'm A Mess Of Unfinished Thoughts.

Someday, Everything Will Make Perfect Sense. So For Now, Laugh At The Confusion, Smile Through The Tears, Be Strong And Keep Reminding Your Self That Everything Happens For A Reason.

I Quit The Media Game. I'm Out. I'm Done.

I Get Recognized Somewhere In Between Like Local Meteorologist And National Meteorologist.

I Look Away At Car Crashes, And I Know People Who Look Away At Car Crashes, Because It Makes Us Uncomfortable To Watch Other People In Pain.

Who Says I Can't Be Free From All Of The Things That I Used To Be?