You are Still Alive
You are still alive. Sometimes we view life like a puzzle. Sometimes it fits. Sometimes it just doesn't. Everything is out of place there is no way it all comes together, there is no way it all works out. My puzzle of life has looks like a whole bunch of broken messed up pieces, that I am supposed to live with this hurt, disappointment and somehow just keep going. Keep working, keep trying, keep smiling, keep being Becca. and it's lonely here. It's lonely to pretend I'm the same. It's lonely to live everyday trying. I don't want to be burden, but what do you say when the answer is always the same to "What's Wrong?" how many times do you answer it the same way before people get sick of it, before you get sick of it. Before you are tired of talking about, tired of thinking about it. and just tired. Where does this fit in the puzzle of my life? Where is the "for the good." because it just seems like chaos and really, really bad. I opened m
