heart

How can I write without a heart?

How can I ever think about telling a story if I don’t even care for the end of mine. 

Today I got my heart broken, I just couldn’t do anything about it. And I saw it coming, and yet I went straight on, I believed I could do something about it. I guess I was wrong. Maybe love is nothing really. Maybe it’s just chance, I think that would be worst because you can always just think if you maybe changed one thing, it would have gone the way you wanted. But it’s not, it’s too random, it can’t be planned around or made happen.

I don’t know what to think. I guess I’ll just quit, she really was my reason for going. Now I have nothing.It probably wasn't even worth it, who really reads this shit.