God works in mysterious ways. Lately I've been stressed, not knowing what the future will hold for me. My writing is doing well, I've even gotten the attention of an agent, and I've officially started my second book. Bryant and I, well some things never change. And even though I'm a hell of a lot stronger, I'm still not strong enough. Despite every positive step I've been accomplishing there's always been this one person that knocks down my happy soul. And its not Bryant. I'm still trying to figure out how to make shit even with God but everything I do it just isn't enough. It makes me feel like this is my karma, that my life is meant to suck, to put it bluntly. I know the things I've done wrong and trust me I take fault for them all. But I obviously haven't been forgiven. I've come to accept the fact that this is my karma, this is my curse...