if you’re waiting on a big emo explosion over the breakup, you’d best keep waiting. it aint coming. at least it aint coming here. whats going on in my heart right now is staying in my heart. you wouldn’t understand it anyways, and i feel enough like i’m in a fishbowl, like i’m being evaluated and sized up and i’m just not taking to that. i never cared for privacy, or keeping my insides inside, you know that, but just feels stupid and pointless. i’m not going to lament a damn bit of this. the sweet was so incredibly sweet, let the sour sit full on my tongue and lead me to whatever comes next. i let a lot of stuff slide. i made a lot of choices for other people. i made easy choices. i gave in when i shoulda fought, gave up when i shoulda kept going—on so many fronts. and i’m not giving in to a stupid aching heart. i’m not even going to slow down and let the sting pass.
