Saturday

My heart. My precious little heart.
So FULL of feelings.
Always.

No matter how I play the game, my heart will forever be worn on my sleeve.
I can pretend to feel only half the feelings, for a while, but there will be a point where I'll split.
And then the game is over.
That fun, exciting game. Over.

I will always always feel alot, regardless of how much I pretend not to. I will always.