Getting it together

I must get it together. I become angry with my mother and gamble and not accomplish anything I set out to do. God be with me.

Some days I just want to holla

God,

I give thanks to you for blessings. I know not what door will open but I am assured of a door opening soon for me. I write now to release the toxins of my mother from my system. I need to be able to see the blessings before me and to appreciate those blessings. God I thank you.