Some times it feels like there is a vice grip around my heart and it just keeps squeezing it until I’m a crying heap of nothing on the floor.
I’m starting to think that whole love thing is fake. It’s not real at all.
Or maybe I’m finally realizing that I’m a huge jack ass and I end up picking the wrong people to give my heart to. I seem to only fall for guys who make me feel like I’m less than I am.