ive had numerous series of unfortunate events that i am both grateful and puzzled on why they would ever happen to me, having done nothing wrong in any type of purposeful way. out of all the unfortunate events that have occurred and me being the star of them one particular one stands out because i am well aware of the fact i am not the only one who has faced them, thank god. heartbreak. the word that comes to mind when the letters of that word dance around in my mind is; inevitable. ive had my fair share of heartbreaks. like the time the boy with light eyes and a cigarette in his left hand told me he loved me just for one night and never talked to me again. and like the time my mom told me my aunt was dying because one cell decided it wasn't going to follow the rules and created a war in my aunts once beautiful body that is now decaying and all i can do is stand and watch. or even the time i started losing sleep all because i was convinced that i wanted to die. heartbreak is a disease.  passed onto one person to the other. it doesnt have a cure all you can do is hope you don't get it as bad as the less fortunate before.