My fucking heart was just ripped out of my body. Thank you, asshole.


If absence truly makes the heart grow fonder, the secret of a happy heart is clear. I guess I'll keep well away. Maybe you'll learn to appreciate me. Even if this relationship has already sailed beyond the realm of romance into the marsh of mundanity, memory is a fickle thing. What once seemed to sparkle seductive, is unforgettably grim. I wouldn't dare say nothing every works in my favor, but nothing in this department. I'm always making excuses as to why things don't work out, or what I could change about a person if I had the God given ability...but truthfully it's myself i need to work on.