what's to come? what does the future hold?
questions, questions, questions.
where am i going? what am i going to do?
well, i don't know. i don't know at all.
and to be honest, that scares me to no end. i like to have a plan and know exactly what is coming next.
and i struggle and wrestle with the fact that i can't control anything anymore.
with all that's happened, i've become a shell of a human.
a lowly shell, with nothing living inside.