Wednesday, August 31, 2011 @ 5:42 PM

Back when I knew nothing, back when I was naive and innocent, it took a whole lot to bring me down. Not one thing got to me. My heart had the durability of a boulder, but it still contained warmth. I did not see any imperfections or perfections within myself. I didn't want more or less; I was simply content.

Inevitably, much of time has passed and everything went through its course. The process of growing up began when I came upon a minor obstacle that merely impeded my main purpose. From then on, the challenges I had to face became more difficult. It wasn't much long until it was to the point where everything was overwhelming to handle. As the number of worries grew, the colder I became. My smooth edges turned rough and the vibrant glow in my eyes were dimmed. The child who never once was dissatisfied now found imperfections in every inch of herself. I started getting afraid and the littlest, most insignificant details about my day had me up thinking all night. My heart grew weak and it was no longer able to withstand and tolerate as much as it used to. It didn't take much to break me. It doesn't take much to break me. I have walls built around myself without an inch of gap. I just want to feel safe.