Uninspired.

"I never learned to count my blessings; I choose instead to dwell in my disasters."

Of which there are many. 

And I cannot climb out of this hole, with its crumbling walls of dirt and floor of dirty rainwater. I cannot climb out of this hole. Who put me here? Who put me here? And who will get me out?

Me. Me. Me.

But I cannot. I cannot.

I just need some answers. I just need some clarity. I just need some strength. And no matter how many 11:11's pass, these things will not come. THIS will not pass.

But I have a phone call. 

Shhh.