I've decided to become one.
I'm sick and fucking tired of emotions and feelings and all that bullshit that just ends up making me feel like shit. It's not worth my time and it's not like anyone cares about my heart anyways. No one even notices it's there. Either they're completely oblivious to it, or assume it's made of goddamn steel. It's not. It's a weak piece of shit that does incredibly stupid things my brain tells it not to.
So I'm done. No one will ever see it again, and I'm half tempted to hide it so far away that I won't even remember where it is.
For now, though, I'll just hide it from everyone else and only bring it out in the deep recesses of my dark room while watching P.S. I Love You so as to remind myself why I don't want the stupid thing anyways.
Fuck love. It hasn't done a fucking thing for me, so I'm done waiting around for it. Goodbye, heart. Hello, heartless bitch.
