I don't understand why life is like this. like I'm always constantly trying to play with puzzle pieces and the puzzle is my life and the prices are my stages. yes. okay. this peice means sophmore year and it fits right into failure. yes. got it. now I have to move this here and that there and each move messes it up or builds it better. and I can almost promise this doesn't make sense but it all does. life is like a puzzle. each day is a peice. I know people who's puzzle was 35064 peices, and I know people who's puzzles were 5114. yes. do the math. yes. if your thinking what I'm thinking. your right. god. I hate apples. they seem so shiny on the outside but the second you take a bite it gets oxidized. it turns dark and dark like everything else. yet I sit here a eat one because like everything else you have to power through. I cant place the next peice unless I push through it. each price is a different color. blue for sad days. yellow for happy days. red for angry days. purple for scared days. black for depressed days. and on, and on, and on. I don't want to revolve my life around puzzle pieces and where they go, so why do I have to? lets keep this casual
