Hawtvintage.

Literally just finished my last essay for the term 20 minutes ago (YAY!!!!), but I couldn't understand why I didn't felt as free as I thought I would. For some reason, I was still shouldering weight, still battling a crowded mind. Then it hit me...."I can finally think of the breakup now".

Since it happened, I've been pushing it to the back of my mind again and again. It was the last two weeks of term; I had exams, essay deadlines, just more and more work. There is no allowance for grieving, no time for tears. I cried once, twice, and I tossed it somewhere far away. I couldn't let myself crumble at this point, not when I have so much at stake, not when it could affect my grades. But now then I'm done with work, I'm also done with holding this memory back. I can break now.

This is what my mum warned me about; a heartbreak so heavy, it will shift the balance of your world.