This is a journey through my memory....
I let my pain, hate, and anger get in the way. I was lashing out every which way at the people who I wanted to keep safe. If you think I'm lying, ask my mom. She will tell you how I let my anger dictate what I wanted to say. I tried to bury it away and run from the past. The more I did that (me holding back my anger would not have lasted), the worse it became. I felt like I was forced to put on a mask. It was either that or put someone in a body bag. I learned that I had to laugh to keep crying. I had loose screws in my head so I had to play it off because I was scared. It went from emotional to a whole personality. Some days it made me question my own mentality. I think that’s enough said, and that is the story of Spazz vs Tezz.