Big girls don’t cry
Am I too old for this? I feel like I’m not one who’s overtly sensitive and take everything to heart. I also don’t wear my heart on my sleeve so I can tolerate more than some people I know. Maybe life has made me this way, or maybe I was always like this.. My walls are up pretty high and beneath that may be some weepy emotions. It’s that cliché that we all hear about in movies. This night though, I find myself taking long trips down memory lane and reminiscing in the music I once loved. Oh how music has so many memories attached to it. I’m glad to still have these feelings and I hope they don’t disappear. It’s okay to feel this way, it’s okay to be sad, it’s okay to want to cry. Because our vulnerability is what makes us human.