Love is a powerful thing. It can control all of your emotions, your mood, your perception of life at that given moment. It can make you smile, it can make you cry. Love is fucking terrifying.
I wish I didn’t have a heart and I hope God will forgive me for saying such an awful thing… It’s so broken that I honestly don’t know where does it find the strength to keep on beating… I’m so torn apart that words will never be able to describe it… I’m falling to pieces every single day, yet I still put a smile on my face and keep telling to myself that one day everything will be okay… I have to repeat this, in order not to completely fade away and because I don’t let anyone know how I really feel so they can tell me this… I’m fading away and I keep wondering what have I done to deserve this pain… but I guess it did and it still does make me stronger… I’ll be okay. I promise to myself that one day it will all make sense… I’m strong… I’m a fighter… a warrior, with a broken heart yes, but still a warrior… I am at war with myself every single day, every night… Struggling not to let the darkness take me away, to keep myself in the light and I win, I win the battles, even if tears are shed, even if pieces still break and fall to the concrete…— Me