Broken

I'm like a broken vase. I'm completely shattered, broken even. Different pieces

everywhere. And I'm trying my hardest to find these pieces to put me back together.

Because I know if I can't, I'll be broken forever. Even if I find every piece except one,

I'll never be whole again. I wish I had someone to help find these pieces, but I know

if you want something done, you have to do it yourself. It'll take a while, but maybe

it'll get done.