A splintered, useless heart, that’s what I’ve got to show for all this. Every time Dacen’s near, those splinters dig further in. These cuts, they run deep. Emotions suck. Really and truly suck. I don’t want them or need them, and yet I find myself welcoming the pain. Things with Dacen had been great while it lasted, not perfect but so good. Then reality inevitably came crashing down and the pain is a reminder that my fucked-up self is too fucked up for anything truly good.
