There are a million ways in a million life times in which I have broken my own heart.
I've torn it out of my chest and watched it crumble.
...could this be the end of my dry spell when it comes to writing. It's not much, but I couldn't resist the urge to write down these words when I woke up. I haven't felt that in a long time. And although it's mostly because I'm having a rough time and writing my feelings helps me cope, I can't help but feel happy about it. Next month I'll be putting the in between back up for anyone who's still aware that my profile exists lol.