I henceforth apologise for any and all aneurisms that may occur at any time, anywhere. I probably did something. My bad.
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It's funny.
It used to be, when i would have my heart broken, the world would kind of just be sucked into a little black hole in my chest, And i would'nt sleep at all. Everytime i would cry, I would be so disgusted with myself. How I could keep shedding tears over people who I should hate, but cannot.
But this time, broken hearted once again, I can't cry. it's like the valve has been shut off. when I think of my ex's, I feel absolutely nothing, besides perhaps a faint pang of loss. I think it's finally happened, I've been broken, completely. I kind of like it. I don't feel like utterly useless shit, or at least not as much. But is that worth it, now that I tend to feel a blank slate? I don't know.
this blog is little more than an excuse to make myself recognise that I might have finally taken one hit too many. oh well, commence with the various comments that I am sure will spiral into randomness.
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