There will always be something that we can't handle.. and as much as I try to pretend I will never not be strong enough.. its something I have to accept. When the pain of holding on is greater than the pain of letting go, It's time to let go. But what happens when you never even get the chance to let go..? There's a growing experience that should come from pain I have been denied. My head is so afraid of feeling the things that I have felt again that the instance I begin to become traumatized it slips away.. or at least any memory of it. People tell me what went wrong ..mostly out of guilt.. and their memories become mine. It's not the same. And yes, I realize that none of that made any sense. "A" for effort. At least I finally admitted to it. Back to the old motto: Always hold your head up high, even if on the inside you're about to cry. Pretend that nothing's wrong at all. Close your eyes before you fall. If you can't see it, it's not there. This is life, and it's not fair...