Dear Diary,
How can I begin to take control of my life when it keeps twisting and turning away from my grasp? I make a small bit of progress, finding something that I love to do, or discovering a new skill, and I'm happy. Then some divine force sees that I'm on the road to being alright and decides that they'll intervene with yet another horror dumped in my lap.
Who will I end up being when all is said and done? Will I be strong like Silas? Will I be outspoken like Gabe? Will I be sweet like Luke or protective like North? Will there still be enough of me left to make something good of myself, or will I be a husk of who I could have become? Will I end up scared and alone, unable to rise from the deepening pit of filth that rains down around me?
When will I be given the peace I desire? Will I even know what to do with it when it comes?
Will there be enough of me left when I reach the end of this?
