See, I have always said that I don't have a heart, and I know that I do, but I felt that if I said it enough, it would become true. I wouldn't feel anything, good or bad. The good is always accompanied by the bad, so the good moments are not worth it anymore. So I thought I'd be better off not caring and feeling. I still think that way. But today, that girl brought me right back in pulling at my heart strings. It was a simple comment and a heart on my picture. It's all it took. Granted she called me beautiful the night before, which she never does, but it still was different. She never commented on my things. It made me feel like maybe something could happen again. And I basked in that wonderful feeling of invaluable love, and as soon as I was happy for a moment it came back to me, that nothing would ever happen that would be permanent. I had become gullible because I let my stupid heart be happy. Moral of the story, feelings are for naive people. There are too many horrible dreadful feelings than there are good ones. And honestly, the good ones aren't even worth working through the dreadful ones anymore.
