I Am Questioning My Life

Okay...so our relationships NOT based on sex. What IS it based on? You're never there. Maybe I don't understand you after all, but I've decided I'm going to give you the space you need until you're ready to come find me. So I hope that...

In a crowded room full of laughter,

I am full of pain;

Feeling empty but small;

Who am I? Who am I really?

Can someone tell me?

Who can see behind the mask

To the pain and guilt within?

Who can really say...

I've been on opposite sides of almost all spectrums: religion, art, kids, drugs, alcohol, sex-drive, money, family, friends, being busy. Yet, I have not made a final descision on everything. Why does it take so long to consciously...

~> Fallen Angel <~The night turned cold, no light to seeFear and sadness fallen on to me,as I sit in the darkness, you comfort meYou swooped down with such greatness to seeYour wings covered me until we were one soulYou make my world...

Occupy your mind; just live your life
Get over that man he isn't sh*t nice
The Bible I read; self-help books I own
Get over it chick you are beyond grown
It's nothing but sex you keep telling yourself
There's no room for...

I think this is my permanent state of mind.  Lately though, it has become more apparent.   A recent family bereavement has thrown us all out of sorts.  We are ok, but we are all looking around, realising how much and how quickly...

...my life all the time. If I am doing the right thing or about what I should be doing. I can only hope I make the right decisions and everything goes the way I want.

I'm wondering if I'm on the right path. I had some things change at work in the past two weeks. I was supposed to take a new position, sell my house and move and have that nice suburban life you read about.

Well, enter the lousy...