I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. ~ W.E. Henley

My Dead Heart

Im supposed to be on a self-help emotional therapy, so I shouldnt be watching romance movies or listen to love songs or read overly perfect novels. Its bad when sadness engulfs me, its much worse when I sense a spark of hope.

I keep forcing down upon myself that the world is not about nonsense love swoons and cupid struck madness. Bitter am I not? Maybe so, I cant blame me or anyone else about it, I AM BITTER.

My dead heart is not so dead after all, its on constant beating, yeah i can live with that. When would it flutter and jump again? Soon? Later? Never? Who knows? But I trust in a GREAT SCHEME OF THINGS, come what may as they all say.. For now, Ive got to move along, get a grip and pretend to be stoned again till the day comes. So I guess I should be holding on to that sparkle eh?

Hopeless Romantic.. WTF hhahahha