You know... everytime I think "from now on, nothing can matter anymore", and I feel its true . But in months I'm back with some small thing that triggers me off so bad I wish I never had the power to feel. How can a doll someone collected be important when that someone themself isn't here anymore. Apparently, it does matter. Maybe because the little things, inconsequential at one point, are what's left now. The only things u can hang on to ... I can hang on to. Those dolls are ...were almost as old as I am. They were dancing dolls - 2 girls . She danced.
She really liked those dolls...
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