Silence. Tears stream down my face. Tiny little rivers. There's no real reason. I've been angry at the world all weekend. And finally, the dam breaks. I can't help but wonder what set me off. If I close my eyes, I can see the bitter-sweet conversations I've had with friends... promising them that their hard times will get better. It's really amazing the number of people who have come asking for help after watching my world crumble down. I love being encouraging. I love helping people. But, I have to question, where are my better times? When will my smile come back to my face? When is it that I'll be sad and someone will run to hug me?
I am a very lucky girl. I have the world in the palm of my hand, but I don't know how to use it. I can't seem to make it work in my favor. I go for a couple weeks doing great, but then, a frickin' piano falls out of the sky (you know, the kind from cartoons), and it lands right on my head... It just hits me. The tears poor down like rain, as I look around at the lovely mess I will soon be cleaning up. So, here I am: cleaning up my mascara-stained face and straightening out my smile.
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