Powerless

That's what I am. I have no control over anything, nor do I have any idea of what to expect in the coming weeks. I hate doubt, gray areas, and uncertianty more than anything. They terrify me and surround me constantly. I can't believe I've reached my last week of living in Kingwood. Camp will be a brief and hopefully blissful escape, but when it ends there's no returning home. I'm sick with unhappiness.