As usual Stories

The low unsettling beat of the drum, making me wonder, have I come undone? Again? I swear it never ends. Thank goodness I have friends whom I adore and am, as stated, grateful for. Sometimes my life is such a bore and I find myself not wanting more. Not wanting anything, really. Hope. Always hoping and praying to a god that is never fully explaining. Is this for real or some sort of training? What comes next? I hope less...