Life is unpredictable; as much as you may think you can predict what is going to happen next, you never can. I think that's the fun part, not knowing. You really don't know what to expect. It's like walking through a Haunted House for the first time. It may just be a long string of dark corridoors, or it might have lots of masked creatures jumping out at you. Some people embrace this journey with...

I don't know if I miss him, or if I'm only telling myself I do so that I can say I have a broken heart. All I know is that I will be feeling fine, and then I see his arm around her, and it feels like my stomach is dropping ten thousand feet. Seeing him give her that quirky smile instead of me is one of the worst feelings I have ever endured, I am not sure if this is just a psycosimatic response to...