Confessions of a Broken Heart

Life is difficult. I know I’ve said this countless times before and you probably think I am some sort of emotionally unstable lunatic, but that does not deny the fact that my life is indeed hard to deal with.

I guess another one of the reasons why I decided to keep a blog is because I have no one else to direct my misery to.

You see; if I did walk around telling the world of my woes, many would hastily jump to the conclusion that I am an “emo” who should be kept as far away from as possible. Sure, we shouldn’t be concerned about the way people view us, but I don’t want to add any more trouble to my already complicated life.

Although I admit that my mental wellbeing is rather rocky, I can assure you that I have no intention whatsoever of going down the road of suicide.

But that was beside the point. Like I mentioned above, I don’t open up to many, and not many actually care.

That was what I thought before I met Ariele though. Ariele is my ex-girlfriend who broke up with me just a few days ago. Needless to say, I am heart-broken.

Many deny that one can fall in love at this age. They say that you may think you are in love, but it is in fact an illusion you put yourself under. To me, love is love despite how old you are. Sure, I can see where the love-is-an-illusion theory is coming from, but I truly believe I love Ariele.

One of the many reasons that fuel my love for her is the fact that she is the first person to actually listen to me. Sure, there are many people who claim to be able to listen, but no one else can simply sit there and listen to me go on and on about my worries and make me feel better about them they way she does.

And now that I’ve lost her, the only way I can put myself out of insanity is through this blog. Or I could try to win her back, which I plan to do. It won’t be easy, but what have I got to lose?