“The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don’t have one.”
I don’t pretend. I don’t have a heart anymore. It was abused and I found it thrown away. I took it up, watched it for a while bleeding and had no idea what to do with it. It was broken. I cleaned it up. I fixed it somehow. It was working… but it had no use anymore. So one day I decided I don’t want it. Its useless. It just causes pain. I went to some secret place and I have thrown my broken heart away. The thing is, it was a while ago … and now I forget where the secret place is :D
