I discussed my zine with my friend. She said she'd write a diary entry about heartbreak.
Dear diary,
Heartbreak is a big fat sucker.
It's a booby trap that you are bound to hit many times in your lifetime. One that will try to turn you into a sensitive document that just went through a paper shredder. It feels like you've lost all control of your feelings. Being whipped up and down like a jump rope by a kid who has no friends.
You've got to tell that kid to stop.
You've got to remember that there are other things that matter and there are other people that feel this way.
You've got to take control when heart break takes place because being sad about it will turn you into that strip-cut, confetti-cut, or whatever setting the paper shredder is on at the time. Even though it may be hard it's the only thing that will keep you whole.