Things That Make You Go, Well Shit...

Sometimes there are moments when something is on your mind, something that bothers you for multiple reasons, but you can't truly express it. It is one of those moments, but I would rather not divulge the specifics. Anyway, I was reading on my lunch hour, as I often do, and a certain line just jumped off the page at me, like it was written for me, waiting just for me to read it. It said:

Sometimes you couldn't face the sadness of being

forgotten until you felt the comfort of being remembered again.

I know, I know sad, sappy, sentimental, girly, in a word, me, very me. I think I just need to think about this for awhile, think about how it feels to be forgotten, in more ways than one, and how it feels to be remembered, welcomed, et cetera.

That is all.