Stop Running — Look Back at the F*cking Demons in Their Eyes

7AM here I’m about to hit the gym for a sick workout. Yesterday, anxiety was eating me alive. I was angry, bored, unmotivated—and all the darkest thoughts started flooding my mind like a movie on repeat: • The failures • The girls I lost • The money I blew • The time I wasted I kept thinking about everything I did wrong. And for a moment, it felt like I was drowning in it. So I’m not running anymore. I’m looking the demons dead in the eyes, and I’m going after every mtfkr of them. I hit the flat tier and im in hell phase Tired. Frustrated. Alone But I’m still standing. Still here Still swinging. Please God, give me strength. Let’s get after it. Stay strong, mtfkr Much love. Stay hard