in which a girl and a boy both feel like the puzzle piece that doesn't belong. "but they're all so-they're great, you know? girls all love them and i'm just me. i'm the thumb." "but a hand doesn't function without a thumb, z, remember that." or in other words, a collection of conversations between two lifelong best friends at half-three in the morning. (based off the song "half a heart") - all rights reserved 2014 © cathartics - january 27th: fanfiction #378, poetry #85