It really does. Sure there has been a lot of teenage nonsense going on in my life lately, but my heart really hurts. I’m suffering from a broken heart, I guess. Not from a boy, I still live by the same “don’t give boys enough of you to break your heart.” ideal. When I breathe, my right lung takes in air so much easier than the left. This all sounds so pitiful. Maybe it has something to do with the fact all I’ve eaten today is a bunch of cookies. Laughing hurts.