Puzzle of My Heart (Westlife Fan Fiction) Completed

Chapter 2 - A thinker, I think

I ripped off the piece of paper I've been sketching on for half an hour. To start all over. Sometimes you have to start over and not insist to keep trying to fix old things, to finally be able to accomplish something. To develop yourself.

In my case it's about art. A complex thing, isn't it? Well, for me it's first of all a hobby. It's one of few things I really enjoy and feel comfortable doing. And playing the piano.

But it gets complex when you insist to always accomplish something and never accept mistakes. That's how it is for me. When I start thinking and analysing, I put up limits. In my mind I draw lines between right and wrong. I start thinking what others would expect me to do, and if I'll do it good enough.

Actually, that's how I tend to think in other situations too. I mean not only when I'm creating art. I think I often over analyse persons, situations, and myself? I think a lot, as you might have noticed. Yeah, I'm the thinking and dreaming kind of person.

I think thinkers often are dreamers. You dream away to rest your brain from all the thinking and analysing. To just imagine your own world instead of attempting to understand the real one.

Of course I don't day dream all day. I go my last year at a high school in Sligo. I live in Ireland, if Sligo doesn't say much. So I go to school like every other 18-year-old. I can't say I love it, not many people do, but I don't hate it either.

I've always been very ambitious in school, but lately, I've started to look after other things in life. I've started to think about other things that matters in life. Like happiness, love, relations, my social life, finding myself.

And yes I said thinking, because that's what I do. Not very often I really try to change things in my life or make an attempt to achieve something I believe in. It can be harder than it might seem to just make a try. I'm afraid to fail or loose something.

I wouldn't say that I'm unhappy. I have a family that I love and a bunch of good friends, especially one of them, Layla. She's about 6 feet tall, a head taller than me. Her skin is dark and flawless, and she has dark glittering eyes. Her hair is thicker and longer than mine. Not very unexpected, I wish I looked like her. Well, everyone does.

We've known each other since we where nine or ten. We're in same class and kind of do everything together. She's the happiest person i know, and the funniest and most caring. I probably would be unhappy without her.

AN: Hi! I'm glad to see you made it through the second chapter too! Hope you like it so far!