When people break our hearts or when we think our hearts have been broken, it hurts. It hurts a lot. But I think that in the end; it’s us that break our own hearts. The way we see ourselves, and the way we change ourselves so that we are “socially acceptable.” Have you ever thought about that maybe no one breaks your heart except for yourself? In the end we are our own worst enemy, living in a non-ending cycle of dislike towards ourselves. Whether its dislike and hate towards our looks or who we are. Because in the end; it was all about us and it was all done by us. We inflict the most pain on ourselves.
