frustration

nothing irks me more than not knowing what to do. not knowing a direction to strive for.

I'm at that point. tonight.

I have no advice. I have no words to hide behind. I am destroyed. my castle of wit is in ruins as my head spins around.

I stand, nay, kneel, facing the world. I have nothing left. nothing to offer. I am humbled.

I am torn.

I throw words like darts inorder to grasp at the last remnants of sanity. nothing helps. I only make things worse.

this entry has no resolve. the one will be left with a minor feel. because it's true:

I'm lost.