heal my heart

With the spit of rejection upon my shoe I turn to our beloved internet. Dangerous and chaotic, but it’s power can be harnessed and controlled if you use it correctly. I met a girl named hayacent and she was really nice. Like me, she believed in God and believed he is the most important. She cared and it felt really good. I can’t wait to talk to her tomorrow.
one of my favorite entries (by screaminglady): http://www.43things.com/entries/view/2332580

Jen always makes me feel better! I wish she knew that every text she sends to me makes my day. When I’m down, she lifts me up gently and I feel as if I can’t fall. She has the capability to heal my heart and to shatter it.

My head was full of wild ambitious urges to hurt myself. I tasted the ambrosia of maddened impulse. I wanted my interior pain out in my body somehow. I wanted this vague pain to be specific. That’s how I explain it. –Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love

Have you ever put your hand over your heart and are surprised that it still beats after all the pain it’s going through?

Do you feel like one of the next time she ignores or hurts you, that your heart might just give up?