Change is never easy, particularly when it involves overcoming certain emotions, and dealing with things you never thought you would have to.
I some times think I place my heart in hands that are to shaky to hold it with out dropping it, and more often than not I pick it up and let them hold it again, until it just hurts to much, until what I pick up no longer resembles a heart from all the bruises, scares, and broken off bits.
I then steal away to a dark place where I brood, and cry, and wallow in my hurt, blaming everyone else for my hurt but me, the one who handed out their heart in the first place, they may have dropped it, but I kept giving it to them. Why do I do that?
Furniture: Cheeky Pea :CP: Ansel Living Room set from C88
Headband: The Sea Hole – Shimmer Hairband – Juicy Plum (C88)
Sweater: [Auxiliary] Printed Sweatshirts – VIP
Pants: :NuDoLu: Silver Lining Hunt gift
Hair: Magika  Blame
Skin: Glam Affair – Amberly – America 05
Eyes: Mayfly – Liquid Light Eyes (Sea Green)