I am the author of my own heartbreaks. I write each line, elaborate each story, I even read them to an audience. The tiny details and the grander schemes are just reels of film that I conjured up, playing over and over in my head. I could watch them all day. I would take notes on how to rewrite each scene so that these pieces of my imagination would recieve a higher rating, a louder applause. But I am now realizing, that I am my only audience, and my only critic.