Broken, crushed.


Another sign that I am growing old is the fact that my feelings tend to get hurt easily. A refusal, a rejection, a denial would mean a slightly broken heart. Just slight because I can still control my feelings and that I can still be cordial and polite. I actually still care even when crushed.

I just feel old and overly sensitive. I don’t like being this way. Sure, I still forget as easily as I get hurt. But I really thought I am beginning to be more positive, more immune. I guess when you feel vulnerable you just can’t help but feel emotions you think you have control over.

I no longer feel hurt or crushed. But unlike in the past where I just forget, this time around, it will be etched in my mind as a reminder that I cannot be forever the one giving in.