My heart.

My hearrrrrt.

This is affecting me way too much. I'm thinking about this way too much.

This is unbearable. Unacceptable! I cannot any longer. Cannot deal.

This calls for action. Active something. Anything. Even actively doing nothing would be better than this compliant let's go with the flow-ness.

Let's go with the flow-ness is not working for me. It leaves too much margin for hope. Pathetic, useless hope that REFUSES TO GO AWAY.

EVEN AFTER FRIDAY.

What. The. Hell. Is. Wrong. With. Me.

Ugh.

Which is why, I need to rip this bandaid off. A clean slice through the heart instead of a constant hammer-ing that will leave heart shards everywhere. The latter is too messy, takes too long and leaves pieces behind. Lingering pieces that could potentially start this all over again. Please no.

One deep cut, all the pain at once, felt and then gotten over with. That, right now, sounds better than small cuts (small but they hurt nonetheless) that continue indefinitely.

I can do this. I will do this. Breathe.

This is totally all your fault. I blame you.

Heart-sore,
Me