It wasn't a late April fool's joke.
"We need to be adult about this," began what I knew to be the situation I never ever wanted to be in, nor did I think it could happen.
Its funny, I was standing outside of the transplant waitinglist ward at Northwestern University when my heart was broken. They really don't have a transplant list for this kind of failure however. But everyone will tell you they know the cure.
Cliche after cliche after cliche. I know everyone means well...but isn't there something that ANYONE can say that actually dulls the pain like a swift shot of moraphine making its way through your veins? No...we have only come so far as to relieve the body...but not the heart.
So here it is. My new great adventure. I will write, and I will write with purpose. I will find the method, the path, to fix...no! No one can fix a broken heart, but I think I can do one better. Welcome to my journey...my journey to break my broken heart.
Please join my on my quest, voyage, healing as I try to find what it is we all need after a break up. This blog may be lame...it may do me no good...it may make you sleepy... the only way to know is to keep up with my meananderings. Share with others. Tell me to piss off. But, do get involved.
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