It is that little feeling that creeps inside again...that feeling that reminds you of the days when you were so small and invisible people just walk pass you without recognizing your presence..as if we're air..invisible yet significant. Those bits and pieces you've been trying so hard to gather and reassemble, knocked and broken again. And yet I stand up because at least I mean the world to someone. Someone I married.
We all have bad days, don't we? Cheer up, friends..:)