Too sensitive heart. At least it’s something I’m used to, and I’m smart enough to reason my way out of the heartache. (like now, totally crushed I may never see this guy again, but if he never decides to call me, was he ever really worth it? And do I really need to be with someone who’s literally gotten so drunk he woke up at 1pm not knowing where the hell he was? At least he got me out of my shell a little & introduced me to some fantastic music)
Would you rather have a condition in which you always have to have a family of spiders live in your hair in order for you to survive or constantly have your fingernails fall out and need to be glued back on?