I was thinking earlier today about broken hearts. At first, I thought that I might have one. Almost immediately, I threw that idea out the window. You can't have a broken heart without trusting someone with the hammer. The hammer that is always ready to shatter a fragile heart.
So...no. I don't have a broken heart. I don't think there is much left to break though. I rarely cry at dad things, crying in pain stopped a long time ago, much of my happiness is fake, or at least short lived. I honestly don't think I have enough of a heart left for someone to shatter.
I can't remember if I've already told you, but I do my best thinking at night. It's what makes falling asleep so hard. Even now, I stay awake writing to no one in particular.
I'm worried. The first page is about to be lost. What if it drops somewhere and someone picks it up? What if they try to figure out who it was? Never mind. That would never happen. This isn't a Cinderella story, this is the real world.
It's hard to stay awake now. My thoughts have been relieved onto here. I'll wake up tomorrow and continue from there. Good bye.
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From Thoughts to Paper
Short StoryPretty much my diary from the beginning of the school year. May be relatable. You'll have to read to know that... Disclaimer: Don't read if you like happy! Because barely any of it is
