And I can feel it collapsing my heart. I notice parts of it giving way, wheezing out breaths as it shuts down, caving in on itself, becoming infinitesimally smaller and denser. And this moment, the moment right before my heart becomes a black hole, stretches outward toward infinity, never ending, and I’m trapped forever between pain and nothingness.
Don’t get drunk and watch 500 Days of Summer.
It’ll make you feel unfathomable things.
Update: Really though, the hair metaphor in the beginning is pretty lame.
Actually really lame.