Nineteen

I felt like a sack of rice the moment I start walking into my office the following day. Shit gets the real, and the moment you start leaning more on it, the more you realize that maybe you don't always have everything under control. I don't know how many cussings I've given to people over the years, and I'm humble enough to say that I'm nowhere close to a position where I feel like I need to overexpose myself and my own casual flaws and vulnerabilities.