One Little Thing.

There is always one thing that you can never quite let go. You might tell yourself that you're fine with this one thing, that you've come to terms with it, but it's still buried somewhere in the back of your mind. Chances are it's buried underneath the laundry, dinner, reading, and essay that you have to write before you can even begin to think about the mess tomorrow is going to bring, but it's there. Yes, it's there, and it's slowly itching its way to the top of your mental list.
There's a little thing that's been itching at me lately. I could have sworn that I was okay with it, or as okay as I was going to get with it, but it was brought up again the other night. I lashed out through my words (elsewhere though), and I felt good - -better. But then I reread that thing the other night and I couldn't help but think: I'm a horrible person. I didn't know I could be that hateful, that I could be that wrong about... well, everything. Now I wasn't wrong about everything, don't misinterpret me. Everything I lashed out about was how I thought things really were back then, and though I know slightly different these days, I still wish that it could have been confronted back then because that's part of the reason it's still itching at me.
So I'm left here wondering about this one little thing. I know that I'm not going to forget about it. I know that acting out on it won't really help anything (though I swear it would feel oh-so-good). And I know that it can never truly, honestly, be fully recovered by. But will I get to that "as okay as I'm going to be with it" place again? Because I'm beginning to wonder.