darkestangel

The darkness it swallows me.

I cannot fight it. The More I run the more it conquers my spirit and resolve. I cannot win against it's onslaught. Lord, protect me from the coming trials grant me the strength to outlast my past and to thrive in the present and the future.

In a world where everything is suppose to me perfect how in the fuck do those of us who are 'flawed' survive? I am not a jock, I don't do drugs (they make me whiney... and that is no fun), I don't smoke (they kill my grandma... no thanks), and I don't drink... yet (I'm only 20... blasted US drinking age limit). How in the hell do i fit in with anything??? (SG not included.. perhaps).

I would enlist in the air force but I am too blind and too fat. I am just too fat for the army.

I was born far too late in the timeline. I am a knight by choice and keeper of secrets to those who need an ear. Those who really know me would agree. Running from it all sounds fun...