You know that sinking feeling you get in the pit of your stomach?
The one where you are expecting the worse, but theres still a tiny, foolish glimmer of hope in the back of your mind?
I feel that way too often.
And no, things don't usually end up my way.
I'm tired of complaining, I've resolved to do everything I can.
But what is there to do when you've exhausted all your resources?
When you ruined your first and second chances, its hard not to feel discouraged.
So here I am again.
Once again, picking up the pieces.
