I better drink some Gatorade because dehydration is on the horizon.
I feel even worse than I look. I saw Tyson tonight. Can this not be happening? Why can't we just fix it together?! I am so bystanderd in this decision. I can't change his mind. I want to, but I can't. But I want to. But I can't. I tried. My prayers are getting harder. They're not as hopeful as they used to be. But I will proceed. God, give me the strength... Please. Please wipe away these constant tears and caving chest. It hurts so bad! IT HURTS GOD!!! It hurts! I tried! I was trying! But I wasn't enough! I want a rematch! I want to be in his arms! I miss his chin. Can I just have a coma please?