Thoughts keep rattling around my skull, and, again, I am left with a decision. I’ve felt so helpless in the last six months (has it really been that long?) of my life without a home, without a family. The people I held dear tossed me aside like nothing, and I put my faith in trust in others that should have never gotten a second glance. I know that now, more than ever, what I need is a family and a home. Mine is broken into so many pieces that I am unsure if things could ever feel normal again. What I called mine a year ago is no longer, and will no longer be. With so many crossroads and decisions for me to make in my life in the next few months, I feel so overwhelmed, so helpless, that I’m going to choose the wrong, choose something to set me on the rocky, steep, unpaved path. But then I think, maybe that could be the right path. I know that whatever I decide, I’m going to be okay. I’ve learned that in the past half a year. Although my thoughts consume me tonight, and often, does not mean that my decisions will be bad, that my decisions are the most important thing in the entire world. You fall, and you get back up. That’s what life’s all about, right?

I’m staying positive, even with so many negatives surrounding me. I can’t fall asleep, but it’s okay, there’s always tomorrow night to catch up on sleep.