Today, I woke up to an empty house. It made sense, though, because I had been pretending I was dead in my room since coming home last night. Let's just say that yesterday wasn't one kind of a good day. I got my heart broken for the hundredth time, and, as usual as usually, I went back home and stayed in bed for a longer time. I didn't even intend to get up.
Yet I got up, somehow. Got better, somehow. Got on Twitter and got my heart broken again, somehow.
It's a 'sick cycle carousel'.
Labels: heartbreak, life as i know it