journal 45: the end.

this is the end.
the end of my journals.
the end of having to try and get this done as fast i can
the end of not being a sophomore next year
the end.... of my struggle
the end of advisory.
the end.
...........................
love is the movement of the soul
when we search for our other half.
sometimes we find it,
other times we don't.
love is like the last puzzle piece.
if we find it then we will be completed.
if we do not then we will always be 
waiting for something to fill that hole
deep in our heart. 
most of the time we fill it with junk
stuff that we don't need
stuff that hurts us
stuff that shouldn't be there.
my solution?
dont try to fill it.
wait for the day when you find that love
that sweet love that can fill that hole
and complete us.