Wow ou Wow.

This summer has been one hectic, destructive, tumultuous space for me.

I’ve rarely found and moments of true peace or happiness. I’ve barely found space for anything.

97.32% of the forces moving through my personal space seem to be set out for destruction. I’ve taken beatings and my soul is tired.

Every couple days I cry out for help. For better. But it falls on deaf ears.

Its fucking tiring.

All in all everything I’ve allowed myself to be put through this summer now has my insecurities resurfacing. Well it’s more like I’m sinking deeper into them as the darkness consumes me. My “light”, both ways, has left me stranded to find a way out on my own.

The self doubt is coming crash in.

Maybe God will bless me with some destructive interference this last week of my summer in Bermuda. Maybe these two grand, overwhelming, forces will cancel each other out.

Mr Clay told me “true friends will always build you up. They’d never put you in a worse place.” Maybe those words need to be tattooed on my heart and spirit…