Not every piece can fit together. Sometimes you need to find what's right, but what if you never do? Then what? I don't know, I haven't gotten any idea. All I know is that's the problem that I'm facing now, and I hate it with more passion that's anything I've hated in my life. I want to punch something, scream at someone. So how am I still feeling helpless? Life is all a big puzzle, yet I haven't found the right place for myself.
Hate is a strong word, they say. Well, what if it's actually true? Everyone hates something. Why can't people use it? Wherever there's life, there's always suffering. That's what I've learns from all these pointless years trying to prevent what never came to be. I know that I should be rejoicing, excited at my victory, so why am I not?
Perhaps because I didn't do anything to cause it. It just stopped one day, and then I felt like something was horrible. It doesn't make sense why I feel so empty inside now. I walk in a daze, not caring about what's going to happen to me anymore. Perhaps I should just end this. I will never find where I fit, so I should give up.
The night is filled with stars as I walk outside to the place it stopped. It was at a small hill, and the memory is so vivid I can barely believe how long ago it happens. It would only make sense, for some strange, twisted reason, to die where my greatest enemy died. But I don't know what to do. Finally, I decide, and feel peace once again.
"Call out for me once again, when I leave we will return this chase."
