Change || on loving and losing

I'm going to try opening my soul to the universe and see where the wind might blow me. It's got to be better than building more walls. It's got to be better than throwing in the towel.

It's hard for me to tell if I am making wise decisions or not. Am I being too rash? Will leaving my job make me happier? Will selling my house help me grow? Will moving to a new city help me forget the pain in my heart?

It's hard to say. It's easy to hope, but hoping he'd love me isn't working either.

Braking the news to my parents, who are an already hard to please crowd, was hard. However they seemed to be over encouraging about this. So, I suppose it's time to make decisions--something I've never been good at.