Plea

And discouraging things keep piling up. It seems that I won't ever catch a break or a tiny glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there will be that cliche light at the end of the tunnel. Hope is fleeting now, as much as I don't want to admit it. It always has this witty way of slipping right through my finger tips. Lost with no where to turn now, I drag my carcass through this life searching for the answer I know I won't find. Please, someone guide me. Because being my own guide has proven to get me where I always have been going: nowhere.