I give up. That was the last of my effort.

Here I am back again begging the void in my deepest desperation. I ask humbly for an insane stroke of luck with this one. It would be poetic. It would be justice. It would be a second chance. Make it beautiful please.

I was gonna quit. But someone said on TikTok that smart people are hopeful. And I like to believe I'm smart. Idrw, but he explained it so well. So I'll keep my sight on the future. And move forward. Idk how. I'll start tomorrow with something. I don't have a plan.

Badly in need of a miracle

Last week was awful. I thought I was going to die. I hope this week is easier. In fact, I hope this week brings good news.

And I am alone and vulnerable and I never have anyone to share things with, so I'll just have this as my silent prayer. May whoever heard me last time hear me this time.

Been a tough couple of days I don't think I can pull myself out of this pit. I really need divine intervention. I don't want to be like this any longer.

In trying to be positive today, I've started reading again and I'm keeping off twitter. I've started The Will of the Many, and this may be exactly what the doctor ordered!

Today I exercised for almost 45 minutes. First thing in the morning. That's good. I hope to keep it up for a long time. I want to be strong, nimble, and to feel youthful and positive through out the day.

I was bold today. Tomorrow I'll take another shot at my dream again. I feel good about this. 🙂

Gonna try something risky today. Hope it pays off

I'll shine so bright! The world isn't ready. The tide is turning. It's my turn now.

Manifesting into the void:
Next year is my homecoming. I'll be happy and relaxed. I'll achieve all the milestones I've always meant to achieve, and then some. I'll have family, friends, a contract, romance, beauty, accomplishments, ease, creativity, adventure, fitness and health. 2025, I am reborn.