Damper.

I'm still alive. But I'm barely breathing. Things always seem to be taking turns for the worst... it's like God has a huge plan for me, because the obstacles He puts before me grow monumental by the second. Just when I think I have things under control, life spins the other way and I'm gasping to regain my footing. This year has been the hardest for me to deal with, and that saying "things happen for a reason" is slowly slipping from my beliefs. I wake up wondering I'm going to do today. God doesn't answer my prayers anymore... He barely has time to fix things. I barely write anymore, something I used to do religiously as some sort of unloading process. Now everything's pent up inside, shoved in the closet waiting to burst out of control.

I know not what direction to go in... I suppose I'll let the wind take me where I need to land... maybe God will meet me there...