This is an excerpt from my written journal, about what heartbreak is like. It's kind of random, I was in a weird place when I wrote it.
"...I emotionally died, I'm a zombie. She didn't just break my heart, she shattered it after filling it with a terminal disease, took the pieces and stamped on them and then took the remnants of that and put them in a box. She keeps the box, I don't get my heart back. I'll have to steal it back. Unfortunately, the box is kept hidden in a very secret location which is heavily protected by guards and traps. If I want my heart back I will have to endure countless trials and tribulations. I have already been through quite a few, but I am far from getting my heart back. When the day comes that I, miraculously, receive my that box with my heart in it what is it that I am supposed to do? I will then have my heart back but it is still sitting in a box. Her box. And when I open the box I will find that my heart is still shattered and diseased. It will require some assembly. Shattered and diseased hearts in a box do not come with instructions as to how to reassemble them. There is no tried and true way. Serious trial and error is required. But what if my heart in her box is impossible to reassemble? I cannnot put a shattered and diseased heart back into it's place between my lungs. It won't fit properly, nor will it function properly. So if I find that my heart is beyond any form of repair then I will be stuck with two options. Option one being, continue to walk around with an empty space where my heart should be and let it sit in her box. Option two being, get a new heart. How does one get a new heart? Do you order it? Wait until someone else gives you theirs? Can you grow a new heart? Unfortunately, there is no prescribed answer. At least not yet. Someone could be researching the cure for heartbreak as I write this. Although, that is highly doubtful. There are never any answers for the hard questions. The questions that need answers the most..."