Things will change someday if not today.

But when will that someday come?

I'm sick of waiting for that day.

It's as simple as that.

I fear something bad's going to happen soon.

Soon meaning before the end of the month; my birthday. ):

I'm scared, worried, and disappointed.

I've deleted all my stories and poems because quite simply I have lost my muse. I have to focus on other things because quite frankly a LOT of shit has happened and I need to start over, fix my priorities. Sorry.