I wish I had a much colder heart. I wish my heart was made of stone. I don't understand how I could cry so much over this past few years that it has become a regular, and in the end, it becomes nothing. I try to hold my tears back sometimes but all I could feel is the tension pulsating through my head and squirming the living shit outta me. Why do I always find a need to please other people, even when I'm on the losing end? Why am I stuck with this weak heart. This heart that could feel every beat of ache, every slice of fresh wound
