What a shitty, shitty day. How did I get back here? Crying my eyes out over a broken heart. I swore it wouldn't happen, i'd never visit here again. Was gonna guard my heart. Protect my feelings. But nope. I couldn't hold on to it, and I gave it away too soon. And now here I am again. Oscar Wilde once said the heart was made to be broken. If it was made to be broken, then how come there is so much discomfort involved? Maybe someone ought to think about a redesign.
"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it oepns up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." - Neil Gaiman
