it is the little things that tear you apart. little small things, that don't even matter, that could have one thousand different explanations, and none of them are about you, but still, when they occur, they never fail to RIP YOUR HEART OUT.
it's these little things that break you. not the big, freak show, bullet to the brainpan (*squish*) things, but the teeny, miniscule vein in the brain, that isn't even near the bullet, but just implodes from the pressure of the shot.
and no, i dont mean literally.
and the little things can make you, also. like a friend, putting a comment on your myspace page, just saying, 'i miss you.' these things, while, they may seem as if they don't even matter, and the person doing it isn't even thinking about it, they mean so so much.
it is like air to someone trapped under the water, struggling for the surface. i had a dream like that once when i was twelve. something had ahold of my legs, and i was RIGHT THERE, my hands gras