i am home.

my buddies coldplay say it best.....

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
why does happiness always have to depend on what job you have and what kind of money you make? what am i doing here? what am i doing at all? why does it seem like i have time for nothing, but nothing to do with my time? why do some people think i am a failure? why do i feel like a failure? why do some people think my minimum wage job is a temporary solution until i find something better? what if that is what i wanted to do with the rest of my life, would they be dissapointed in me, or happy for me that i found my place in life? what is better anyways? why do the things everyone else consider simple seem so difficult to me? why is everyone always in such a rush? Do people really enjoy their lives and successes and their careers, or do they just fake it to make the rest of us look bad? does anyone have any answers?

I owe my parents money.