i just sit and think about my own life for hours. what might or might not happen. will this hour of fun mess with my bigger picture? But most of the time i do alot of after math. "WOW i didnt just do that..." "that was so stupid" I feel like im not living my life at 15. that im wraped up in somekind of bubble. i can move from on place to another, people can hear me. but im still lacking something. i cant pop it, im just stuck drifting day to day. after highschool, collage, my first "real" job, finding the man of my life, getting maried, haveing kids, grandkids, death. it sounds so fast when i think about it like that. i dont want to forget all of the memories of higschool. and yet all of my new memories have to go somewhere. why must life be so complicated? each person each has a puzzle they are trying to put together peice by peice, and each puzzle has a small diffrence from the last puzzle. everyone of us trying to find that last peice, to see the big picture in the end...