Constantly telling myself, it's going to work out, it's going to be okay. But really, when is it all going to work out? I can't seem to fit the puzzles together. There are just too many missing pieces. I told myself, slowly but surely. I was so sure I could. But now, I'm back here. Again. I've been stranded here so many times. I hate talking about my problem - Who is truly there to help anyway? I always believed, no one can save you except yourself. But what if, what if I can't? What if I don't know how to?