The Floating Game

My ability to keep it together, my ability to keep up on end of the "contract" are slipping. I'm TRYING. I'm fighthing as hard as I know to fight, yet I'm dying.

I hate when there are problems which I see NO workable solution to.

Gma is getting worse, not better. Gpaw is a flaming jerkball.

I've got to let all kinds of people down today, and in the next few days. I hate it. I hate everyone, everything!

My ulcer is hurting terribly. I can't eat, I can't sleep. All I can do is cry. I'm misreable! I'd like to remember that it will all work out...God's time, God's plan...but yeah. I'm doing my best to hang on.

God is love!