Everything Broken Can be Fixed,Except Hearts//OPEN

Someone once told me that life always goes on. They also said that you can fix anything. Well, I must say that they told me a big fat lie. How exactly to you go on when there's nothing to live for? How do you fix a broken heart that's still beating? You can't. Yeah, you get up every day, eat, work. But it's all for show- on the inside you're dying. At least I am. Absently I traced the scar on my wrist. If only they neighbor had let me die the way I wanted to... but they had thought they were being kind, so I said nothing to them. Something in my stomach fluttered...my hand flew toward my abdomen. Yes. I was knocked up. No. We weren't married. Yes. Is was the most stupid thing I've ever done. But I'd loved Chase, thought he'd loved me too. But I wasn't good enough aparrently. He'd left me and all his crap in our tiny shack by the sea. And yet... I still loved him somehow. I don't even know where he is, if he's alive or not. But I have to love him, I'm carrying his child. So I must love him...right?

I sighed, shoved my thoughts away and started readying my boat. The nets were tangled, so I sat down and tried to untangle them. Without much luck. I cursed at them for a moment, then threw them down and picked up a book. Losing myself in the words I forgot about the crap that was now my life for a few short minuets.