These Problems Are Real, And You Can't

Depending On What They Are, Our Habits Will Either Make Us Or Break Us. We Become What We Repeatedly Do.

If You Could Envision The Type Of Person God Intended You To Be, You Would Rise Up And Never Be The Same Again.

My Dad Told Me That When I Was Born My Cheeks Were So Fat The Doctors Didn't Know Which End To Spank.

It's Hard, But Sometimes It Is Better To Have No Friends For A Time Than To Have The Wrong Friends. The Wrong Group Can Lead You Down All Kinds Of Paths You Really Don't Want To Be On. And Retracing Your Steps Can Be A Long And Hard Journey

You Should See My Baby Pictures. My Cheeks Hung Off My Face Like Water Balloons. You Can Imagine How Often I Was Teased.