“My final piece 
We’re born into the world 
As just one small piece to the puzzle 
That makes up an entire life. 
It’s up to us throughout our years, 
to find all of our pieces that fit. 
The pieces that connect who we are 
To who we were 
To who we’ll one day be. 
Sometimes pieces will almost fit. 
They’ll feel right. 
We’ll carry them around for a while, 
Hoping they’ll change shape. 
Hoping they’ll conform to our puzzle. 
But they won’t. 
We’ll eventually have to let them go. 
To find the puzzle that is their home. 
Sometimes pieces won’t fit at all. 
No matter how much we want them to. 
We’ll shove them. 
We’ll bend them. 
We’ll break them. 
But what isn’t meant to be, 
won’t be. 
Those are the hardest pieces of all to 
accept. 
The pieces of our puzzle 
That just don’t belong. 
But occasionally . . . 
Not very often at all, 
If we’re lucky, 
If we pay enough attention, 
We’ll find a 
perfect match. 
The pieces of the puzzle that slide right in 
The pieces that hug the contours of our own 
pieces. 
The pieces that lock to us. 
The pieces that we lock to. 
The pieces that fit so well, we can’t tell 
where our piece begins 
And that piece ends. 
Those pieces we call 
Friends. 
True loves. 
Dreams. 
Passions. 
Beliefs. 
Talents. 
They’re all the pieces that complete our 
puzzles. 
They line the edges,
Frame the corners, 
Fill the centers, 
Those pieces are the pieces that make us 
who we are.
Who we were. 
Who we’ll one day be. 
Up until today, 
When I looked at my own puzzle,
I would see a finished piece. 
I had the edges lined, 
The corners framed, 
The center filled. 
It felt like it was complete. 
All the pieces were there.
I had everything I wanted. 
Everything I needed. 
Everything I dreamt of. 
But up until today, 
I realized I had collected all 
but one piece. 
The most vital piece. 
The piece that completes the picture. 
The piece that completes my whole life. 
I held this girl in my arms 
She wrapped her tiny fingers around mine. 
It was then that I realized 
She was the fusion. 
The glue. 
The cement that bound all my pieces
together. 
The piece that seals my puzzle. 
The piece that completes my life. 
The element that makes me who I am. 
Who I was. 
Who I’ll one day be. 
You, baby girl. 
You’re my final piece.” 

― Colleen Hoover, This Girl

Friend-zoned is about how friendship can evolve and be expanded through the test of time. It teaches the readers how can one cope up the attitude of another. It's main purpose is thoroughly understand the different circumstances of each one's life.
It also emphasizes that the best things in life can be achieve through hard work and a little pinch of party and great time with friends once a week. It shows balance between the two main reasons in life, to love and to live.

Intrigue?

Read it. You may get addicted on their friendship cupcakes ;)

Friend-Zoned (Friend-Zoned, #1) 



Love Thy Neighbour (Friend-Zoned, #2) 



I haven't read the other two series, and I can't wait to get started (well once I already found a good site to download it for free) mwahaha "evil laugh". For now I'm stuck on reading few old books since I'm quite busy at work and taking care of my new born pups. (Well that's a valid reason isn't it?)

Sugar Rush (Friend-Zoned, #3) 
How to Marry an Idiot (Friend-Zoned, #4)

Slammed Series

Now I talk less.
Moment of Speechless.
How far I can go?
How will I show?
Come on Brain.
Don't drain.
I'm becoming insane.

Need I to say more?

Just making your eyes sore.

I have never been so sure in my life. On what to do and how to deal with things that I can't handle. I'm not also quite sure about how much I've been hurt, because of the stupid things I've done.

All I know is the pain that cause me is like killing my system and ego slowly.
My alter ego, oh how I wish I can be strong enough like I imagined.

How I wish I can have all the guts to do what my heart can't do.
My heart's stopping me to do certain things that my mind used to think.
My heart is stopping me by being hurt and soft.

Then.. I began to cry all the pain.

How I wish I was emotionless.
How I wish I never knew how to love, so I can't be hurt this much.
and How I wish that love can't be painful as dying.

Why do I have to suffer like this?
Why do I still have the urge of wanting him more?
Why do I stay, despite all the anger and hatred I feel inside?
Why am I still here if i feel loneliness inside me?
Why do I stand still knowing that he's pulling me down?
Why am I making all this effort when all he do is to hurt me?

It really sucks loving him more and more each day and all I do is to hurt myself.
I don't know what to do..
There where no more tears to pour.

Its just..
What I'm feeling right now is..
So much hard to explain..
Its like something's stuck in my heart that slowly killing me.

Is it the feeling of emptiness that makes me sad?