Saturday, 4th April 2015 - 5:58pm
I got to spend the day with my best friend, his brother and his Aunty. It was so much fun and I couldn't have asked for a better day...
But I just feel so empty now. I don't know why. I don't understand how I can go from laughing myself silly to feeling pretty damn crappy. I just don't get it.
It rained a bit today. It was wonderful to walk in, especially with the coolness of the day. I just love the way it sometimes feels like little pins stabbing at your skin. I probably sound completely bonkers but I don't care.
I honestly wish I didn't have to come back home. I don't even think I can call it "home" because they say "home is where the heart is". But none of the tiny shattered pieces of my heart lay within this house.
No. Instead, they are scattered in places I love or in people I love. They may not know they hold a piece of me, but they do and I will always fear that they will hurt me.
It's sad because I never planned to leave part of my heart with people, but it's almost like they've robbed me of the pieces.
The only piece I gave up willing fly was the biggest piece (or the biggest clump of pieces) and I handed that over to my best friend. He probably thinks it's dumb that I'm writing this, but I know he won't hurt me.
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