Again, I would like to start off by saying that I am sorry. I am mainly sorry for not keeping my journal updated at all.
Nothing that was planned, has gone to plan. Then again, why would it. That is the story of my life. And what is a good story without a life of torment and suffering. However, there has to be a time where a bone is received and whenever that is, I do not know, but it will happen sooner or later.
How is it that when ever you think that everything is going to be okay, it never is. You hope, you pray, you cry, you scream, you wish that everything will go well for you, just once. But like i already