Dear Diary, i am unemployed and haven't found the end to my words. I've realized how powerful my words are in my life but the fear of insanity makes me look towards the idea of how much everything isn't very special. Deja Vus, future insecurities, and past reflectance, what does it matter when everything is how it's supposed to be. To have the ability to change but to only fail inevitably and succeed but not enough to never want more. I don't hate myself because the best of my life is when I'm alone, but I certainly blame myself for everything in my life. Does this count as power to my words or is the idea only expressed when I speak it into existence?.