Life and love of hurricanes- sequel to Six drawings (gmw)

My life is a never ending mess and sometimes it feels like I can just never get out and I don't know why. It's over. Everything that made my life a mess is over but for some reason, I just can't clean up it up. Like whenever somethings get's better, or I just feel better, everything comes back. My past defined me and nothing is going to stop it. My only hope is myself and that isn't saying much.
I said I would be okay. That I would get better, but like a child looking for ways to end the guilt, I tell myself that my arms were crossed when wrapped around Riley when I said it and I never said I promise. I don't know if it helps but I don't want to test it. Things seem better, but it's only a matter if time before they break again.

-Maya