(written: Nov 7, 2007)

It’s a good thing I’m not an artist or a musician. I always seemed to be running out of inspiration to create something new or maybe misery is my own way of feeding my mind and my heart. Isn’t it pathetic to thrive on misery to enjoy the suffering of the heart? Or to be heartbroken when there really isn’t any relationship that ended?

But…but maybe there is a different sort of that? Maybe when you set your heart out there everyday full of hope and anticipation and ended up not being rejected but just not having a chance at all to feel heartbroken makes it even worse.