Success is getting what you want. Happiness is..wanting what you have. I have neither. At the moment that is. I have no idea what in the world I want and what I have seems to be a mess. I have a bunch of pieces of shattered dreams. And the funny thing is that theses dreams are things that I am not even sure I wanted in the first place. I imagine that most of this is my fault. I realize that I might have asked the question to myself. What do I want? But I never really did. It's always seemed to be more of what do other people want from me. What can I do to make a difference to someone else? My parents would like me to do.. my friends think of me like... and I could seem successful as.. I decided to be a nurse because I could help other people, its what my grandmother always wanted to be and well I would make good money. So why not? I am smart and I like science so no problems, well except for that fact that I really don't want to do it. So much of my life I have done things that I didn't want to do because I wanted to avoided confrontation, avoided me. Now I am at a loss. I have no idea what I want, Love, Money... The truth is I don't even know what's out there, because I have always been too scared to jump out there on my own, now I have to. Because I didn't realize that everything was falling through. And it did.

Love: yea that seems to be going well..I like a guy who likes me but who I cant date without going against what I think is right. did you ever think you wanted what you had, but then you realize what you had was never yours to begin with. I was never yours you had a dream, a hope that one day it would be different. I was just the second person because the first one didnt work. I was the poor mans choice.

Money: yea we all want it right. well I dont it seems to me that I am okay with not wanting it. I mean I want enough to pay my bills and get by. But no more please. I am so tired of people wanting me to make decisions based on a dollar amount. Like I have to decide my life based around a piece of paper. I seems silly to me that a small sheet can make such a big impact. People kill for it, I bet some would even trade a piece of their soul for a couple.