Tres Malade!

How long has it been!?! Too long!

Life is such a confusing little predicament, a debacle of sorts. I've been consumed with the understanding that I've been traveling the right road, only to have the road slap me down several times, disrespected at every turn, burnt asunder at every possible open field. My forests, once lush and green, are now void of life. I've been beaten down and thrown away so often that I'm unsure if my stance is that of warrior or coward. Are my hands turned out in defense, pleading or are they rolled into fists, ready to give it one last struggle?

So much has transpired since last I decided to do this that I'm really not sure where to begin. I thought my life was going in one direction only to have it turned around. Do I really want to continue my road? Do I really want to continue this trail wrot with disaster and emotional turmoil? In the end, I will suffer. In the end, I will be the one left with nothing. I have what I want except what I want. Does that even make sense? Will they ever come? Will they ever read their birthright? I guess not.

Betrayed, belittled and turned out!

Tres Malade!