To be continued

My emotions are stirring, stomachs knotted and turning.  
I can't tell what I'm thinking anymore as all my thoughts run together into senseless memories coagulated in the remnants of my past. I sit like a ghost forgotten by everyone and the world around me. Everything seems so diluted that I can't seem to stay on track, my past and present jumbled up into one big fist full of shit that takes my breath away as I wonder what's going to pop up and screw me over this week. Will it be the work that seems to be getting slim and harder to come by, or the trouble causing ex that loves to make an example out of what's left of me? I guess it's as much of a surprise to me as wondering why I still wake every morning with hopeful thoughts. I feel I should give up and wonder no more, as nothing these days seem to work for me anyway. I keep looking at the flip side, but up til this point it's all been shit anyway, so I'm left with the whole why bother bit?
TO BE CONTINUED. ...