#spiralingchaos

 I’m not sure at what point my life spiraled out of control, but if I had to pick a point I’d say the moment I left Georgia. I wasn’t sure what I thought when I got on that Greyhound bus and took the twenty-five hour drive to Michigan. I thought I was making the right decision, but now I sometimes wonder whether or not I did. I had no clue that the moment I decided to leave Georgia that I had put the dominoes into motion and they were slowly but surely falling down one by one. I wouldn't wish to control the downfall as it has had some benefits...moving to a new state kinda does that. I simply wanted to manage the inevitable that is my chaos theory, but now as sit and take in the barren trees surrounding me I feel barren too. When one is on the brink of possibly losing a lot of what he or she has worked hard for...it brings out raw emotion. It brings out the truth and the truth is...I;m so far from being able to manage the hurricane that make up the financial, emotional, and mental aspects of my life. I'm so deep in shit that even I have no clue where to start wiping...