An old saying

Key to my heart is broken; locked forever.

It’s amazing how quickly you can forget about someone. One moment they are your entire world and then the next they no longer exist. I haven’t become more uncaring. I’ve merely learnt what to care about.

I heard an old saying once before that applies here: “caring schmaring”.



Christapor Yaacoubian

When I moved to Canada I needed someone to talk to, so I began talking to myself. I’ve got a backlog of thoughts. How soon will we hit the present?