| Current mood: |  nostalgic |
Every once and a while it'll dawn on me that yes - I still exist over here. Sometimes it's a link to blurty from another journal I keep up with, or sometimes I just miss the icons I use. Whatever the case, it's a little space of privacy - and it's all mine.
I like the fact that I can be over here and not wonder what people think. I don't have to feel guilty if I'm feeling bad, I can just be "me".
Little ol' me sitting over in the corner because I feel like it. I can dance in fairy dust with those who appreciate that sort of thing. I can wear a tiara without anyone making fun of it, and I can be whatever age I feel like that day.
Today - I feel about 7 years old.
I want my momma to come and tuck me into bed, or make me dinner, or sing me a song like she used to. Before everything changed, before our family got bigger, before I grew up. Growing up sucks sometimes. I put on this mask of strength and show everyone that I can be big, be confident, be better than everyone else at the moment. But really, I'm still probably more insecure than the next person.
I'm off to go and make some food. I'm sick, but there's no momma around to feed me.
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