Life, Love, and Disaster

I used to know exactly what I wanted.

Who I wanted, what I wanted...
I knew what I wanted.

I knew where I wanted to go.
What's next? I knew.

Now I don't.
I feel lost.
I reach out for some kind of help, cause now it's like I finally need it...but then I come up empty. And it amazes me, even astounds me. Then it makes me angry. What are friends for anyway. What the hell is going on. But then...

I feel sad. Cause I'm right back not knowing.