He didnt have pull going against the odds never in his favor unless he's doing favors. Overtime life took its toll on the go. Slowed down hard to find that moment and go. Didn't say or do anything gave them no reason to talk. Hard to open up didn't like being manipulated his feelings and emotions used against him.
He knew to not get involved, do his own thing let them talk. Relapsing feels like the world is collapsing.

He stayed single because his family would never approval. He didn't like being put in that situation where he would have to pick a relationship or family. It wouldnt be fair to his partner since his family was very judgemental wanting the best for him. He was always getting criticized but respectful when he had something to say.
If he could say anything without them being triggered. He knew they had something to say but never gave them reasons to talk. He was always privates person. He didn't care to be involved, most of all caught up in all the drama.
He did want their approval but learned he's better off doing his own thing. He wanted to be there but never felt accepted had to alter himself which got old. He wasn't like them got tired of pretending things would be alright after being uncomfortable for years.

Training for a fight that may or may not happen. At the park working on drills and conditioning to go the round and the distance. So many outside factors causing a fuss. A job opportunity that seemed promising but hasn't been a pleasant transition. Trying to move up to the next level and maintain keep building up. The idea of starting over is overwhelming.
Giving up the old for new trying to remain the same but everything changes. The mindset and body something are containable while others are a lost cause. Stuck on them wondering how and why things turned out the way they did. Not going back but staying away from that insanity.

It was his moment making the most of things trying to make it to the next level. The struggle within falling back into bad habits instead of compromising. He learned quick that things wouldn't go his way. Never got the out that played out in his head.
He rolled with the punches now older realizing that everything changed and happened for a reason. Before he'd fight for a lost cause. Now he searches for meaning and purpose. He worried for others while they continued to be self destructive.
Once he got stuck in his bad habits no one cared or looked out because he didn't want anyone to knock him for being different.

He had a test that would dictate his future. He didn't want to fail struggling to get the next level. Moving forward with his life not going back bouncing back all the road blocks and detours. He didn't like to fight he would put his head down and plow through.
He didn't like to let others down it got to him surprised he had a support group. All his hard work and efforts not expecting anything but trying to get a full time job going. He was open to change but the transition got complicated in the process.
He started to share his plan with his mini circle of friends.

Tool a while to talk about it always thinking about it. Thinking it could've been done differently while noticing he had no say, no control the first time around. When did it go wrong how did things end up so sour. He was too involved and got frustrated with the situation. Or he gave his trust not always assuming the worse.  Later to be told he didn't care called selfish for respecting boundaries.
He had their back even if he was on deck waiting around in the background. He always asked what the problem was trying to provide a solution and thinking things through first before over reacting. He didn't want to make a scene and wanted to know both sides of the story to make sense of it all.

He was in love with her and didn't want anyone else. She called him a player when she was the one making the rules to her game. He wanted her to be his one and only. Turns out he was her one of many not the only one she was involved with stringing them along.
He forgave her accepted her flaw and all turns out it was not meant to be. Love was his drug addicted and could never get that fix to be satisfied the more he tried she got more distant. He couldn't figure it out trying to understand make sense of it all.
Eventually he walked away learning only he could make himself happy and not leave it in the hands of others. Even though he loved her he wasn't responsible for her happiness. He had to wise up protect his heart since it was being tormented by someone who didn't match how he felt or put forth the same amount of every.