I know I seem like someone who would never get tired of writing about her heartbreak, truth is I didn’t even realize that that’s all I’ve been rambling about until someone pointed it out to me. And I’ve only done that because that’s the one thing that has entirely changed my world around. First I was so invested in it and because I wasn’t able to express it the way Id like to and so these words became my messages to the person. And now it’s rusted memories I write in wake off. I am not a writer, I vent. I vent my sorrows on web because people are such shit things. Or even if they aren’t there isn’t anyone who can make the other person feel better by being there for them because half of them don’t care and the other half are secretly giddy that you are miserable. And the rest that fits in between are the reason you are miserable. The world has become so crappy that you will not find genuine concern from another, unless it’s fueling them in someway. The ones you love can truly break your heart, be it family or friends. And I’ve had my heart broken by all of them.
She Was Sea 