It's been a little over a month, and I still feel like I've cut out my own heart out, let alone other important body sustaining organs. I never knew this is how it would feel. All I do is come home and listen to The Cure, Death Cab, and Morrisey. Fun times, and with every day that passes, it's suppose to feel better, but it's just more time away. No matter what I do it's like this haunting memory. But then I ponder weather or not what I've cut out is really my heart?
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