I have allowed my flesh to control me again. I have allowed it to send me to the pen. My flesh is weak, this I know. I must allow my spirit to grow. Life is short and full of surprises. Please don’t allow your past to affect your future. If we allow God to lead the way, I’m sure that tomorrow with be a better, brighter day. I refuse to allow my flesh to win. Because I’m tired of going to the pen.