Did you ever see ‘The Great Mouse Detective’, as a child? I did. It was probably one of the scariest movies I watched as a child.

And it’s funny, because, as an adult, parts still scare me.

Other parts, are relatable.

Funny, how mice can offer guidance.

In the beginning, he builds his daughter a beautiful ballerina flower/mouse that dances.

And for a while, that was my life. A beautiful dance. But, you can only step the same way so many times before the repetition is boring.

But then, Professor Ratigan comes along and smashes the ballerina.

And.. That’s where I am. The repetition was nice, but, now I just feel like a broken toy.

I’ve felt this way for so long, that, even when the new kid came and picked me up, it just felt like he was picking up the broken pieces, and playing like they were ok.

It makes me feel bad, like, I’m trying to put broken pieces into a new box, and sell them as if nothing is damaged.

But, I don’t know what to do, with this broken toy. I know it’s not fair to give to a new owner, or, even let him take it home, eventually.

But, I don’t know what to do…