Missing Pieces.

Lately i've been feeling a bit like an Unfinished Puzzle...you know...when you've almost completed it except for this big hole right in the middle? but you aren't too worried, because you still have a bunch of pieces sitting out on the table...but when you try them one by one...None Of The Pieces Fit.

That's me. i'm just a puzzle with a big hole where my heart should be...just waiting for someone to come along and fill it for me...and i have a lot to give! i'm not just any boring old 200 piecer...i'm like one of those 3-D puzzles you can get of "Big Ben," or the Eiffel Tower, or whatever...where did i get this metaphor from? I don't even like puzzles!