What do you do when your favorite sweater has a hole in it? If you patch it, it will be obvious. If you go out and buy a new one, it's just not the same...and protecting it by continuing to hold it hostage in your closet is just depressing.
I find it more and more difficult everyday to hold my fingers back from replying/commenting on fb with insensitive comments. Does this make me a bad person?
I don't think i'm an angel, but i do look up at my family with every choice/decision i make in my life. I hope i never try to find happiness at the expense of my family members feelings, and everyday i'm realizing what a fine line this is.
Maybe this is why I have a hole in my sweater...I'm committed, no matter what flaws or how unusable something is. This is my flaw...I find (fill in the blank with something/someone you love) indisposable...others don't.
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