In some ways i had the world at my fingertips and in other ways i let life slip me by. I sit here now in my apartment all alone on a sunday night wondering but what to do, fill of men that never cut it, with a career so successful it brings with it more stress than smiles, with so much money that i've too much debt. An immaculate apartment, a stainless steel world and only the best of the material world. A perfection of sterility which leaves no room for compromise.
I sit here today looking at wedding photos of a friend, of a beautiful bride and groom, a world which escapes my reach. A wedding i did not get an invite to because i swapped my friends to become a corporate gobetrotter. No guy beside me because i'm too strong and independent.
How do i reclaim my life? Why is it that the only thing calling is a management presentation? Why is life so difficult and stressful? Why have i not got a friend to call, a shoulder to cry on?
Tears streaming down of a life that may become a has been, a never did happen.
How do i turn things around?
