No thinking anymore. No guesses. It's on.

I can't take this much longer. I'm 0-2. Today alone.

How is it that when shit goes so wrong, and you try to rationalize it one wreck at a time, with an open mind, that every rationalization you come up with is demolished by the next wreck. What did I do to deserve this? Seriously. I'm trying to keep an open mind. I'm trying to believe that everything happens for a reason, and I try to figure out that reason everytime that fate has kicked me in the stomach in the last couple years. And every theory I have is wiped out by the next swift kick.

I'm trying. I really am. I can't try much more.