Benign my ass!

My kind forgiving heart is going to be the death of me. It sits there in my chest, so very jolly, pumping loads of red sympathy through my veins making it unbearably impossible to lead my life. You think it'd be easier that way, but it breeds an entirely new set of problems, and they're even harder to deal with because you're so goddamn soft. CHRIST!! This heart is a horrible cancer. I suffer with it everyday. And There's no amount of chemo, that will make it go away
(... perhaps not entirely true, but I had to jump on that little rhyme there.)