June 3, 2009
Heartbreak is black like an endless nightmare and also like a cold, slow death.

It digs in my chest like a painful disease. This disease has no cure. It does not bleed, it does not feel pain, and most of all, it does not love.

It will never stop.

It makes me feel like there is no tomorrow, as if I have no chance to make it through the night.
When my future does not succeed, my changes are not made, I am not known, i did not make the world a better place. My destiny is set to a dark fate.

It makes me wish I didn't make the choices I made.

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