My heart.

This blog is solely for me. If no one wants to read it, that's fine. If it's one that interests someone, then by all means, please do. I won't broadcast it and I won't ask people to read it. It just so happens that it's a revelation I've had in the past few days. It becomes more apparent everyday.

Every person I have ever met, whether it be a friend, a boyfriend, a family member, or an acquaintance, has taken a piece of my heart. I have given them a part of me, some more than others. My problem isn't that I try to please everyone, it's that I give a piece of my heart to everyone. It's why I can't let go of certain issues I've had in the past. It's why I can't let go of people. It's why I can never give my heart fully to someone. It's because there is nothing to give. It's not there. It's not there; however it's not gone yet either. You'd think I would've run out by now, but I haven't. I still try to give, and I still try to please. This is what worries me the most. What if fate is going to put this strong revelation in front of my face which alters my lifestyle? What if it has to be serious enough for me to finally make a change in how I feel?

I've broken family members hearts, I've broken boyfriend's hearts, and I've broken friend's hearts, but in the process, I've shattered mine. I care. It hurts. It's just not simple anymore.