3.31.2007
fragile.
on an online dictionary it is described as anything that can be easily shattered or something delicate. on the other end of the spectrum, it is described as something lacking substance or flimsy even.
it is an interesting range to see. on one end you have something like an eggshell, so pure in sight and gentle to touch that it seems if you even say the word you may break the eggshell. on the other end, its critical. its weak in effect. a less desirable fragile. even so, saying "fragile" in both circumstances carries this huge weight, a gravitational field of its own.
i am fragile, whether i want to be or not. whether you choose to see it in me or not. whether i show it or not. i feel like words and actions affect me more than they used to and that is either a sign of me growing up or my fragility becoming more prominent. it is a deterioration of passion and excitement for certain things. i watch it crumble, helpless to the pieces that scatter away. i don't know what is right any more because it feels like each thing i do or say is wrong.
it is just a phase.
everyone goes through it.
you are just bored.
get over yourself.
on an online dictionary it is described as anything that can be easily shattered or something delicate. on the other end of the spectrum, it is described as something lacking substance or flimsy even.
it is an interesting range to see. on one end you have something like an eggshell, so pure in sight and gentle to touch that it seems if you even say the word you may break the eggshell. on the other end, its critical. its weak in effect. a less desirable fragile. even so, saying "fragile" in both circumstances carries this huge weight, a gravitational field of its own.
i am fragile, whether i want to be or not. whether you choose to see it in me or not. whether i show it or not. i feel like words and actions affect me more than they used to and that is either a sign of me growing up or my fragility becoming more prominent. it is a deterioration of passion and excitement for certain things. i watch it crumble, helpless to the pieces that scatter away. i don't know what is right any more because it feels like each thing i do or say is wrong.
it is just a phase.
everyone goes through it.
you are just bored.
get over yourself.
8)
angie
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