What is it about this thing that makes it so bloody complicated? Everybody, and I literally mean everybody is doing it, so it cannot be rocket science. Granted - it is one of life's greatest gambles, and like most things, there is a 50-50 chance that it works out or doesn't work out. Like a flip of a coin. Or a true/false question. Or hitting a jackpot. Some people could have sworn it was written in the stars in the beginning, only to learn otherwise many years later. And some were lucky enough to have experienced glorious and blissful years, a decision made purely based on a flip of a coin.

So what do I do? In a world where promises are meant to be broken, and change is inevitable. And in a world where mistakes are supposedly a learning tool, and men have two heads, and women's goods after awhile just start to sag. What do I do?

Fudge. This has been plaguing my mind like a bad song that won't go away.

I don't want answers. I've been waiting for them my whole life and they never came. Nor do I want assurances. They never quite did much for the heart or the mind.