" The human heart is fragile.

So delicate that it should be protected, taken care of.
Nurtured and swaddled among piles of blankets like an infant.

Because once it breaks...

It´s broken forever.

After you heart breaks once, it never heals quite right.

There are always cracks, or chipped pieces. And depending on what kind of person you are and what kind personal strenght you have, sometimes after your heart breaks it can feel like you´ve never had a heart at all.

Or that it´s hardened.

Turned to stone.

Then...

You change.

Become a different person.

You become bitter. Cold. Distant. You start to hate things. And people. Pretty much everything around you. You hate the sun for rising every day. You hate the moon for illuminating the night sky. Hate, hate, hate. It consumes you. It eats you alive from the inside out.

Until...

Hate is the only thing you know.

And pretty soon your days stretch on and on and are never ending decades of nothingness. You forget what it´s like to feel. You forget what it´s like to love. And more then anything you feel like you´ll never deserve the kind of love you once had.

I´ve been there.
I´ve been full of hate. "

― Lauren Hammond , Beautiful Nightmares (Asylum, #3)