I know what it feels like to have your heart broken. And the first thing I realized was that nobody in the world fucking wants to hear about it. I sensed that as soon as I felt the shards of glass cut open all my insides. You can not scream help. Because they will all tell you the same thing: You were the one who built your heart out of glass. You didn't use plastic because you didn't want to be fake. You didn't use metal because you were afraid that you would intimidate. So you made it glass, right? Like Cinderella's glass slipper, you put yourself on a pedestal and told yourself you were just right. And that everything would fit.They found someone else's foot that fit better. And here you are crying because it's unfair. And here you are comparing yourself to Cinderella. Lack of luck is not a sob-story.