Dear Friends,
As I sit here thinking about what's to come in my life, I am scared of what is going to happen. I have been doing everything to keep my mind off the unknown but that's hard because I am use to knowing what's to come. So as I prepare to get through Christmas and New Year's, I have to wonder if this is the year that things will go right or if I gotta struggle. Why do I have to go through hell every other year? I am noticing if I don't go through hell every other year, my life is more chaotic.
So what's to come? I wish I knew. I want to go somewhere that is mines and relax. I am not going to any place that is mines. I am going to places where I have to be paranoid and cautious. I hate living without. I hate being homeless. I hate the choices I made. I live with my choices but I hate that while I struggle, those who try to hurt me profit from my fall from grace. I am tired period. My soul won't let me quit because growing up in Detroit, you cannot afford to give up. You can bitch but not give up.
Eugene Chandler III
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