My heart has many rooms in it. There is always a room open in my heart. What I don’t have room for is hate. Hate will mess up the whole house. It’s the worst room mate you could ever dream off. He uses up all your money. He waste all your time on meaningless things. He breaks your stuff. In the end he drives away all the other tenants away. In the end it will just be hate left owning your heart. Don’t let rent in as a renter of your heart for one second because in the end he will own it. I will keep drawing a heart a day to remind myself on this fact. Love has to be my number one goal.