Naive

Tonight is just one of the nights that I just want to crawl up into a ball and cry my lungs out. Perhaps I don’t know as much as all of you might know. But I know, I know when something is lacking. I know when it isn’t quite the same as it used to be.

Why do we slowly let go of the things we hold so importantly? Why don’t we ever feel the same as we used to?  I don’t understand. Perhaps I’m too silly for everybody here.