why does life have to be the way it is? why do people have to be so mean? why do relationships always go so well and then fall to pieces at the last minute? then you go to find youself n your hands and knees picking up the broken pieces, tring the best you can to put the puzzle back together, but no matter what you do it never works? life is not a joke life is not a game...i find myself thinking what will it be like when i die? will i come back or just float around or is there really a heaven? no ones is for sure until they die...my grandpa died 5 times before he really past away and i should of ask him but i so young...somedays i just want to lay in bed other days i find myself having the time of my life...why do people get married? why do we bring such little babies into the world of hatered and shame and heatach and all the bad things in this world...and why sheild them there bound to find out some time or another...life is ________...i dont even know what to put in that line...i hope you relize how little time we have to make a change...