The only coping mechanism I have for a broken heart is convincing myself I don’t care right before it breaks. After so many different situations while I was growing up, I managed to discover that if I convince myself that I don’t care or it doesn’t matter, that’s the best way to protect myself. Nobody can hurt me if I don’t give a fuck. But at the same time it comes back to haunt me because it now means I don’t have the ability to care. As soon as I start caring my brain goes you don’t care, if you care you’ll get hurt. 0/10 do not recommend

















