Fragments.

12h 45min left.

Drinking Relentless, clouding my mind with hundreds of thing, at the same time.

It feels familiar. Pre-submission nights are always like that.

And still, something is missing. Piece of the puzzle.

You know... when you've been a little kid, and when you were playing with puzzle...

When you weren't able to find the missing piece, you just take a different one, with the hope that it will fit. It doesn't. You realize that its not the right one, but you keep pushing it in. You slam it. You want it to fit. In the end, it may do, but it doesn't look like anything right. And you just take it out.

I hate puzzles.