People say move on, but they don’t know that it’s nowhere near easy.
I’m really tired. I’ve been pushed to my limits so many times. Instead I try and cool down but more shit just keeps coming. I hate keeping it inside. I don’t want to tell anyone because it doesn’t matter. I’m just gonna tell them then the conversation will pass. It’s going to stay in my mind….
Pac stood up, and it’s the first thing you heard him say in like, two weeks of court. ‘You know, your honor, throughout this entire court case, you haven’t looked me or my attorney in the eye once. It’s obvious that you’re not here in the search for justice, so therefore, there’s no point in me asking for a lighter sentence. I don’t care what you do cause you’re not respecting us, this is not a court of law; as far as I’m concerned, no justice is being served here, and you still can’t look me in the eye. So I say, do what you wanna do, give me whatever time you want, because I’m not in your hands, I’m in God’s hands.
I love him. 108372947th reblog.
