80 days and a lifetime to go

I really want to write and write and write about my life, but each time I form the sentences with my truths and thoughts, I become angry. Due to the past 5 months, the next 3 or 4 years are going to be drastically different from what I imagined. I don't know whether to change my standards or drop them all together and buy some new ones.

I'm trying to find something, anything to keep me from drowning.