Im dreading the 18 of november. This is when i find out if my heart gets locked away for a year. Never in a million years did i actually think i would fall for him, and yet here i am, writting about how ive lost myself in his essence. Should he be gone, Im not sure what i will do. "Be strong" seems to be the quote of the past few weeks. It seems like everyones lives are going to an akward downhill spirial. Hearts are being broken around every corner and yet the only thing that keeps them fighting is the same love that is tourchering them. Living is the only proof that a fairy tale ending isnt real. As fragile as everything is at the moment, i almost wouldnt have it any other way. Should i be happy that ive loved even though ive lost, or should i be angry that i lost regardless that i loved?