sometimes, it hurts too much to feel.
to have ur heart broken, and try to piece it back together, bit by bit.
sometimes, its so tempting to leave all the pieces lying there. to just let go of everything. but then, its not easy to live without a heart. so you put the pieces back together, and each time your heart becomes a little less perfect, a little less full, a little more cracked, and yet.. a little more beautiful.
each heartbreak, each tear, each sob.. they all teach u something new, something that it was impossible to learn without a little pain.
each time, you fall, you stand back up, battered, bruised, broken, yet.. stronger, more powerful, a little more experienced.
you know what not to do the next time around.
yes, good point. even the puppy thinks i suck at being emo.
haha.
but seriously. im depressed.
cos two of my frenz are depressed. and its depressing to be with depressed people. depression happens to be contagious.
so..
im depressed.
sad.
but thinking of wat one of them said : "when a cup gets cracked, you throw it away"
"when someone breaks your heart, you forget all about it, and start anew. don't hold on to the past"
i don't agree.
each cracked cup meant something special to you at some point in time.
they held something valuable in them. and there were memories.
and, memories, however bad, can be worth a lot.
so.
yeah.
i don't throw cracked cups.
~vid~
