Shattered

Again and again I've been torn to peices, shattered, crushed. And you have to figure that something or somethings are going to end up missing after having to be fixed that many times. Trust me, this has happened. I get better then worse. But how would you feel if every plan you made ended up falling through. Despite your best efforts. I can't plan for the future. Not even a little. Because something always happens that forces me to have to throw away my plans. For example: I'll need someone to share an apartment with, maybe more than one person, probably within the next year or year and a half. I thought that surely my best friend would do it. She hates where she lives. She trusts and cares about me and I trust and care about her. And I'm sure she'd love this town. But no... She has to finish her schooling where she lives. I'm not sure why. She didn't say. But now I'm crushed again, it would have meant the world to mr if she had agreed. And my plans have fallen through. Again. Why do I even bother to plan?