I want to scream. It has been one of those days. Nothing exactly has happened, actually come to think of it, this was an abnormally good day. So why do I feel like poo? Why at every comment I turn it around and want to slap the person? I would say I am PMSing, but that would be a lie. I once heard in a movie this boy answer his dad who just asked him if he knew what PMS was and he answered, "Of  course I do dad, I'm not a little kid anymore. It's the Pissed At Men Syndrome. If that doesn't put a smile on your face I don't know what will. Anyways, I would say I'm just tiered, but that a lie also. I don't know if yall are like me but that is my go to cover up story. To any question that I don't want to answer that is directed at my attitude I quickly pull the " I'm just tiered" card. I put on that fake but extremely convincing smile on and walk away. I normally get home after that knowing that all I'm doing is lying to myself and it doesn't make anything better. All it does is add one more thing to the endless pile of things in my bucket of crap.
        I have decided that it is the weather. It's been gloom city, rain, clouds, and cold have flooded our city making it a depressing sight.
        All I know what to do at this point is pray. Pray for sanity, pray for clarity, pray that I can rid myself of all my craziness. I have found out one thing in life so far, the Lord Almighty can do miraculous things. He can be your rock when you have no where else to turn. He will be your provider and comforter. All He wants with us is a relationship, he wants us to invest our lives in him. He wants us to make a difference in this world for His name sake. Give all your problems to him and let the Lord make them vanish, cry out to the God of Jacob. Even if you don't hear the answer or feel his presence he will be right beside you listening and waiting for you to be quiet enough so that he can answer the call. Listen to the silence, that may be his response. It's the hardest one for me to accept, but sometimes God's answer is no.