Your favourite blogger is not doing well. On top of other things, my stupid fragile heart has been broken. Or more like shattered, suddenly and unpredictably, in one swift motion. My brain has taken a beating too, in the sense that I have no idea why this even happened.
The confusion feeds the heartbreak and the heartbreak feeds the confusion.
It hurts like hell.
I’ll be OK, I know that, but I think I need to allow myself some pain for a while. It allows me to understand what it’s like to be this down, so I can empathize with others who are, and do my best to never cause others to feel this way. I know, that’s life, and it’s gonna happen no matter what, but I still wonder if other people feel like I do. I wonder if she understands and has this kind of empathy.
I should probably be angry, but that’s just not an emotion I tend to feel in a time like this. What’s the point?
I do feel guilty for ruminating about this when there are much more important things to worry about.
Sorry for going all emo. I don’t know why the hell I’d write this down here… I guess I’m just an expressive sort of person. Maybe that’s part of my downfall.