I finally got a job, but it can't pay for my rent. I finally got a girl, but in a week she'll be a thousand miles away. I finally made real friends, but already they have built a wall between each-other. I finally thought I had my **** together, but it turns out I dropped just as much as I picked up. And its my truest belief that all this has happened for a reason. And that the only thing to do now is have faith and wait. Because I know that no matter how many plates I stack on in the gym. I'll never be strong enough to carry this all by myself.