My heart
My heart ain’t nowhere to be found. Surprisingly, I don’t want to look for it, because I know it’s still with the person who broke it into million of pieces exactly a year ago. I don’t know why I still put up a strong face and pretend I am all okay about it all. I know deep down inside, i am broken. I just don’t want to admit it. Not to myself, my friends, family. I just won’t. I don’t want to feel vulnerable anymore. I don’t want to seem weak to everyone who thinks I’m strong. I hate pretending to be happy for those who getting that person they’ve wanted. All I can think, is he’s going to hurt you anyway. All guys will you terribly eventually. It won’t take long.











