SO I'm sitting here and I'm thinking about all of the things I haven't said, all the things I haven't written, all the things I haven't done, all the things I haven't figured out, and the conclusion I come to is this:
The little things are of much more importance than the big things.

Every piece of me is small, but when they are all put together, they make up who I am. Take a tiny piece away and I am a different person.
If you make a rhinoceros out of playdoh, then eat half of his head, he is no longer a rhino. You can leave him as a broken rhino or mold him into something else, something better. You can even mold him into another rhino, but he would only be a lesser version of his former self.
I will not let myself be broken, nor will I let myself become a smaller person. I will take my experiences, my mistakes, my circumstances as an opportunity to mold myself into something better. It may take a few tries, some persistence, patience, and time, but I will do it.

Not everything needs to be done or figured out.

The little things.
Tattoos.
Accessories.
Clothes.
The ability to show anger.
(That's what it is.)
Expression.
Writing because I feel.
Making a fool of myself.
The firsts.
The lasts.
The games.
The pranks.
The freedom.
The quiet moments.
The meanings behind my tears.
The heart... The biggest little thing of all.

Yeah.