doesn't have a purpose.

life is the ability to feel so happy, you think your insides are going to explode. it's being so upset or disappointed, you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. it's running so hard, you can barely breathe. it's that feeling of panic when you know you've been caught doing something wrong. it's having that sudden rush before you kiss someone you care about. it's opening your eyes and feeling them sting because you spent the whole night crying. it's letting people go, but letting new ones come in and all the while, realizing that life doesn't have a purpose unless you let it.