is eventful. March is grey. March is a whirlwind of emotions. March is sleeping on tear soaked pillows. March is disappointing. March is heartbreaking. March is hurtful. March is the understanding the result of revenge. March is realizing stuff. March is a joke. March is the saddest month of the year.
I have never been so disturbed like I am now. Prolly cos I’ve never been that connected to someone like this. January was good, so was February. But in some way or another, the past 3 months should not even exist to be made into history, my history.

By definition, a heartbreak is ‘overwhelming grief, sorrow, and anguish’. I choose to believe a heartbreak is far worse than what was being defined by the brains behind Oxford or Webster. Those people prolly have not gone through one to know what it really is, how it really feels like.

Have you ever wonder why heartbreaks are amazing? Logically speaking, there are no heartbreaks in singular. According to MS word (where I drafted this out), curly green lines magically appear under the phrase each time I uses ‘a heartbreak’. That could have meant that, in life, we’re prolly bound to get our hearts broken several times.Well done, Microsoft, for considering the humane aspects of MS word, for infusing a touch of human into a metal so cold and dead.

-Evon

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Flame to dust
Lovers to friends
Why do all good things come to an end