I miss the blissful ignorance I once tasted. Things were so good and then they turned to utter disappointment in mere moments, which I replay in my head whenever I'm not distracted. It's been so bad for like four years now. I've learned, I've grown, and I'm ready to go back home to a place of peace and comfort again. I want to be able to enjoy things without being constantly paranoid of what all is wrong. I want to move out of my parents, finish college, work a decent job and support myself, get married and have a family. I don't think I'm asking for too much. Why does it seem like I'll never find peace again? Why does it feel like everything's falling apart still? When will God make the suffering end and let me go home?