Scraped Knees And Lost Toys.

I'm entirely capable of being reasonable about certain things that a lot of people wouldn't be willing to consider. But it's kind of funny how the part that actually saddens me is the most childish one, the one a kid would be upset about. But, knowing me, knowing us, I guess it makes complete sense. I know there are people who would fully understand why, out of all that, this comparatively most trivial part is making me tear up every now and then, but I just don't feel like talking to them about it. I don't know. I hope I get over this soon enough 'cause, till then, I'm not going to be the kid I usually am.