A broken heart can be broken again.

Good Afternoon.

You know, I've actually considered starting each post with 'Dear Diary' but then it'll make you look like a moron reading someone else's diary hence I'm sticking with a simple greeting. I must admit that this is the first time I'm not all that willing to divulge what has been bothering me. I know for certain, I think, that the parties involved aren't aware of the existence of this blog. I guess I just don't want to relive the emotions by retelling the story. I have a pretty vivid imagination and memory, unfortunately. But as simple as it has been stated on my post title, a broken heart can be broken again. It seems that I have been going through a whole load of cliche break up phases. Not mainly for myself because as you would have realized already, I hardly ever take my own advice. Although I think that's changing, already. For one, I've refused to cry. It's not really simply because I'm at work because there are public toilets where I could take refuge in. I figure it's because I've simply done enough crying over men and their idiotic nature. I didn't cry over the last guy, I don't see why I should cry over one when there wasn't a stable relationship to begin with. I can't deny the fact, that my heart has been broken. Because it is broken, fractured into a million pieces that will cut when handled without care. A broken heart still carries on beating just the same. That's true, because I'm still alive.

Another day till confession tomorrow night. I'm not excited nor thrilled to be seeing certain people, and just a few hours before, I thought I had the best memory to have me smiling through the night. I don't think I really blame Steven for laying the bomb on me, but I do wish it wasn't true. I still have not yet decided on my course of action. It's between blocking him permanently or just ignoring him blatantly. I'm dying inside for him to tell me it isn't true and that he meant every word he ever said to me. And I'm afraid of asking him. There is still the 50% chance that it isn't true, and every thing's he has ever said to me was simply because I said it first. Now that would totally suck, wouldn't it? I'm sure it would. But I think I am working on not crying too much anymore. I hope this time, I manage to do it. I do pray, that no one else tries to melt my heart anymore.

Well, I'm not entirely in the mood to blog hence I'm cutting it short here. Maybe I will blog again when I'm in a better mood and definitely happier. Thanks for stopping by, for whatever reason you did. Take care and God bless.

Amanda Loves You (: