Shit real.

That's pretty much all I can say at the moment. I say that quite often. And no matter what I'm referring to, it always applies.

Sometimes, believe it or not.. I am at a loss for words on particular situations. No word seems appropriate to even begin to describe the reality of certain events or statements.

The reality of something is sinking in, but at the speed of molasses. Maybe that's for the better. I'm already anxious.. I don't need an anxiety attack. Shit might be too real and I don't know it yet. But I do know, I'm ready for it be completely real and no longer a thought in my head, a dream in my mind.

Shit real.

And it only gets realer.