For unknown reasons, I feel that I must make confessions. I am guilty. Guilty of the things that dance in my brain and provoke sickening thoughts. I have allowed anger to possess me. My notepad is the only form of exorcism. I’ve always been kin to sympathy, kindness, and generosity. But at some point in time, I began to despise these very traits but could not rid myself of them. I smiled at everyone I cared for and they shot back Grinch grins that sent chills up my spine. I knew these were bad signs, but because of my sensitive and tender nature, I still held onto morals and those traits that eventually became my downfall. I gave my all into whatever relations I was a part of. After a while, my heart became frozen. But why were those beautiful traits still there? I say beautiful, but they were horrible and they reciprocated nothing but selfishness, greed, and pain. My body ached. My mind caused it all. You see, I endured so much mental pain, that it began to manifest itself physically causing my brain to believe that my body was in danger. I thought I was going insane, but it was just the weariness of a long fight. I felt that life had dealt me more than I could handle, but I was stubborn. I never called it quits as much as I wanted to. I became infatuated with the simple life and it often clouded my thoughts, causing me to lose touch with reality. However, I was still very much in touch. My thoughts scrambled into pieces of a jigsaw puzzle I called “My Life”. Putting the pieces together proved more than a task, but it was a mission. That’s when I came to the conclusion that this jigsaw puzzle was the very thing that I needed to give my life meaning and purpose. Once it all comes together the jigsaw lines disappear and the picture becomes clear to me. Until then, I’m sitting at a table, with these pieces spread out and I’m determined to put them together.