It's been awhile since the last time I posted anything other than a song and that post was one that was full of saddness and hurt. But for once I finally have something good to write about. Two weeks ago I fell into trouble with my parents because I still don't have a car. Just when I though I would be kicked out of the only home I have ever known for almosth the last twenty years of my life with no where to go a friend of mine and her family helped me in a very big way. They helped me by letting me move in to their house with them. There are still times where I will wake up and expect to still be living at home with my parents. There are times where I am waiting for something to go wrong or something... Moving out of my parents house was one of the best choices I have ever made in my life. Even with almost every person I talk to about this move telling me how it wasn't a smart move and that I'll come to regret it latter in life, I still at the end of everyday feel and believe that I made the right choice.

The decision to move out and everything couldn't of happened at a better time because I was really stressed and over working myself. I didn't have the energy to do anything and I'm pretty sure I wasn't much fun to be around. Once I moved out of my parents house I felt like I was where I belonged and that a weight had been lifted off of me. I have more energy now since I work days instead of nights and I'm in a better mood when I come home from work then I used to be and I actually want to do things other than sleep, play on the computer, or just sleep. I feel as if my life is going to be finally getting on track. With that I'm done writing for now. I'll wright again soon and hopefully such a long time won't pass before the next post where it's not a song.

Blessings.

Somewhere
By: Within Temptations

Lost in the darkness
Hoping for a sign
Instead there's only silence
Can't you hear my screams?

Never stop hoping
Need to know where you are
But one thing's for sure
You're always in my heart

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Untill my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Lost in the darkness
Trying to find your way home
I want to embrace you
And never let you go

Almost hope you're in heaven
So no one can hurt your soul
Living in agony
Cause I just do not know
Where you are

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Untill my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Wherever you are
I won't stop searching
Whatever it takes
Need to know

I'll find you somewhere
I'll keep on trying
Untill my dying day
I just need to know
Whatever has happened
The truth will free my soul

Pain Inside
By: Adema

Take apart my life inside
Why would I let them make up my mind
And be misled?
Give up what they taught us now
Rest the past forever gone in time
Lets find the way.

There's pain inside
I can't understand
There's hate inside
That will not go away

Go ahead make up your mind
I have had enough of who they want
Leave me alone.
Realize that I've lost control
Impulses keep flashing through my head
It's on the outside.

I have realised that it's time
To let go of all of the bullshit
Everyone around keeps slippin'
Me advice and i just know that
Everyone is full of shit
I take it day by day and
I can't understand
Can't understand

There's pain inside
I can't understand
There's hate inside
That will not go away
There's pain inside
I cannot understand
There's hate inside
That will not go away

It's always killing me
The problems I face daily
It's always things that
I have always taken in vain

Leave apart my life inside
Why would I let them make up my mind
And be misled?
Go ahead make up your mind
I have had enough of who they want
I'm on the outside

There's pain inside
I can't understand
There's hate inside
That will not go away
There's pain inside
I cannot understand
There's hate inside
That will not go away

It's always killing me
The problems I face daily

S.E.X.
By: Nickelback

No is a dirty word
Never gonna say it first
‘No’ is just the thought
That never crosses my mind

Maybe in the parking lot
Better bring your friend along
Better off together than just at one at a time

S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot
Cause that’s that one you really want

Yes. Sex is always the answer
It’s never a question
Cause the answer’s yes
Oh the answer’s yes
Not just a suggestion
If you ask the question
Then it’s always yes

I’m lovin’ what you wanna wear
Wonder what’s up under there
Wonder if I’ll ever have it under my tongue

I’d love to try to set you free
All of you all over me
I’d love to hear the sound you make the second you’re done

S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot
Cause that’s that one you really want

Yes. Sex is always the answer
It’s never a question
Cause the answer’s yes
Oh the answer’s yes
Not just a suggestion
If you ask the question
Then it’s always yes

S is for the simple need
E is for the ecstasy
X is just to mark the spot
Cause that’s that one you really want

Yes. Sex is always the answer
It’s never a question
Cause the answer’s yes
Oh the answer’s yes
Not just a suggestion
If you ask the question
Then it’s always yes

All the world's a stage
By: William Shakespeare

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.