it feels like every time I let myself feel something, bad things just come rushing to the surface and I have a hard time putting a stopper in it. I just wish things were normal. | mornings are better than evenings; I need to learn how to let go of the past and realize that the future is mine for the taking and good in the making | God, I wish I could feel you. I just can’t seem to stop getting in my own way. God, move me aside. God, make room for the good.