Popping the Bubble

I find that it's impossible to pretend certain realities don't exist. I find it's impossible to pretend that some things never happened... that your past didn't really happen... that you never overreact...that you're all better. 

A bubble can go awhile without being affected... it sees everything around it, but nothing can affect it, until, one sudden movement.... the wrong breeze, something in the way... something makes it pop... and all within it escapes. 

I hate the way I am. I hate how I sometimes choose to view the world and to view others and I hate how that affects both my life and the lives of people I care about. So for now I'm gonna overreact... and I'm gonna be upset... and I'm gonna cry like I haven't cried for a really long time... because I was hurt... whether it be intentional or unintentional... I was hurt, and I am gonna react... a blog, a status change on facebook, an angry away message, and me locked alone in my room.... and in a few minutes or hours I can easily reconstruct that bubble, and try really hard not to let it pop again.