Heartbreak is always bad. But I'm considering that maybe imminent heartbreak - waiting to get bruised when you know that there's no other option - is worse.
...This isn't the real post I had promised, and I'm sorry. I'll explain more.
But imminent heartbreak really is pretty damn bad.
It would happen around Valentine's Day too, wouldn't it?
ETA: Or... not? I honestly have no idea what's going on, but I'll explain it more later. For now, it's one in the morning, and I still need to read three acts of Much Ado About Nothing (or sparknotes it... ;; ) and think about starting my Shakespeare essay. But... yeah. Life is weird right about now.