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Sep 21, 2006 22:07

I don't understand. Why can't I flip out about the "little things", I am not allowed to care about things that mean nothing to others. I have what I hold important and maybe to other people it was not. i hold things that mean every little very close. It is the little things that make me happy. That the joy I get to feel when i look upon something that screams me. That is me. That takes a piece of my being and becomes one with me.

No I can not. I can't have a moment of complete breakdown. I was allowed that for the big things, but not the little. SOmethings it is the little that are the most important. The things that are part of who you once were and can be seen by the age of an idem.

There are things that can not be replaced and there are things that will never be again, and if I give up hope and I let myself be talked down, then I have nothing that is truly mine. If I allow people, and I guess this is one of those times, to make me see red and anger me and cause my walls to crumble and fall, then what kind of person am I? I am not that strong person, I am not that being that held her pride in the little things. No I am that same simple person who sees the object as replaceable and not important. That is not who I want to be.
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