I feel like Persephone, bound to hell for a third of the year. Recently, my life has had so many changes, good and bad that I don’t even know what to feel anymore. Mostly good, I feel like my mess ups, and his, are now coming back at us. I am spending my part of the year in hell at the moment. I want so badly to do better but I’m so scared of what will happen if I am successful. Things will change, things I can’t control and that fact right there that hangs over my face is like an annoying mosquito you can’t slap away.