So he left...And everyone knows in break ups, the two hearts never break evenly. But in this case, he got away with his heart and my shattered one. Leaving me nothing, nothing but a back void within myself. I guess one thing even remotely good that might even be possible from this, would be that MAYBE I might be picking up my poetry and drawing again. Although they probably won't be very pleasant for a while. And although I did relapse, maybe I will start healing...not for a long while for this has really scarred me. And maybe, just maybe I'll be good enough one day. But today my goal is to survive. So go ahead say I am being dramatic, and sh