or at least my narrow worldview.
Difficult times, these are. 2012 is still barely a an emerging bud, and I have already had times when I just wanna sit down in a corner, hug my knees, and cry. To weep for things, to weep for people, to weep for all that is good, to weep for my ignorance and naivety. There has already been once when I was caught off guard; tears stealthily (but surely) crept down my face as I spoke.
I always thought I was grounded. Now, it feels like I have had the rug pulled from underneath my feet. Lost.
Everything is not what I thought it was.