God, Please

Well, at least I know my tears are working.
I want to throw in the towel.
I really do.
Tonight, my parents told me the whole calvary school idea is over.
My dad gets paid too much so we can't get financial aid.
But we also can't afford it.
That school wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel, but it symbolized a candle.
Now, it's over.
I hate Florida.
And I hate how my life has been.
I'm so insecure.
I've never been at the right schools.
I was never at the right place at the right time.
God, I'm crying out to you.
What is your plan for me.
Show me the way.
I'm giving it all to you.

Please.