What are you supposed to do when the weight of your dreams become to heavy? Maybe it’s me, or maybe it’s a test from god, but I’m beaten, I’m broken, I’m worn out. All I’ve ever tried to do was the right thing and where has it gotten me? “The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”

I’ve never been so close to my dreams coming true. I’m terrified of them vanishing before my eyes. Completely terrified…