Early Ranting...

Anxiety.

Uncertainty.

Rapid Hope Loss.

Three things that have been incessantly plaguing my system in recent days. No, depression is a far state from where I stand right now... but insanity, I figure, is quite close by.

My plans and prayers are a hairbreadth away, but I have neither the means nor the ways to direct them into fruition. Because of it, the solidification of the itinerary by which I am supposed to lead myself to betterment is slowly dwindling away like crumbling autumn leaves adrift upon October winds.

I need to get out, but I have no way of escaping it seems. I need to break free, but invisible chains bind me. I am held steady by my already feeble faith, but hoping against hope can only go so far, I assume. Before I know it, I feel that I'll already be done for... without even getting a fair chance to fight it out.